“Oh my God.” Leo slumped back against the booth, evidently physically stunned into submission.
“Okay,” Jason said, “you need to eat more,” and nudged more nostalgic pizza onto Colby’s plate. “No drinking whatever that is until you finish that piece.” He wanted to imitate Leo’s dramatic shock; he worried about Colby not having eaten much and drinking drinks with decent alcohol content; he was unsure whether to be delighted at Colby feeling secure enough for playfulness, or to be genuinely concerned about consequences.
His entire body liked the way Colby had moved closer to him. The way Colby had looked up at him, as if finding security there: a protected harbor that allowed the teasing to emerge.
“Oh, I’m fine.” That seemed to be true; Colby had dropped the outrageous flirtation in the n
