When Dave was done he threw the condom in the garbage and gathered me up in his arms. He nuzzled me, and kissed me, and I sighed against him. I liked cuddling, a lot, and he knew that. I’d do something about being a loser tomorrow.
I grabbed the phone without looking to see who it was, because I assumed it was Dave. When I answered I was slightly breathless from dashing to the phone.
“Uh, Keifer?” a voice asked hesitantly. Not Dave.
“Yes?” I asked, still breathy.
“Hey, um, it’s Trevor,” he said, awkwardly. My heart jumped.
“Trevor? Hi! How are you doing?” I was trying not to sound too excited, but probably failed.
“Okay. You?”
“Pretty good.”
“Ah, good,” he said, and there was an extended pause where neither of us said anything. “Um, so, yeah. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to
