“Give me a half hour and you can bang me,” Officer Snyder says to Jason over the last bites of casserole on the dinner plate in front of him. It’s playful talk, continued after their sweaty romp with each other. Needed talk.
They sit in their underwear, post-s*x and adjacent to each other in the kitchen. Their shoulders almost touch at the small table. Jason pours wine, filling their glasses again. He might be getting drunk just a bit. Doesn’t matter, though, since he’s not doing anything for the rest of the evening except for spending it with the cop. “Don’t promise things you can’t fulfill.”
Jason laughs: heartily, boldly, filling the kitchen with his voice. “Don’t doubt me. It’s not worth your time. And trust me, I can show you another good time. Don’t think I can’t.”
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