Jason blushed. “You must think I’m six, having to wipe my mouth.”
“It’s too nice a mouth to be covered in ketchup from a hot dog. Besides, someone might see you took ketchup instead of mustard and my reputation would be ruined forever. I bought the princess a hot dog so I suppose I should get her off that ride before she glues herself to the seat. I don’t think she needs ride number four.”
“I told you not to buy so many tickets.” Jason teased. Then he got serious. “I know that I don’t thank you enough for all that you do for us. I often wonder why you bother.”
“I like you, Jason. I haven’t liked anyone but Keith and my family for ten long years. It’s nice to be able to hang out.” Zach took a gulp of one of the sodas in the cardboard tray.
God, even his throat is sexy when he swallows.
