“So, still interested in that Chinese food?”
Nate spurted out a giggle. “Of course. Though I’m rather tired now, thank you very much. And I guess, I need to get changed. I’m all sweaty.”
“I love a sweaty you.”
“Don’t start,” Nate warned. He sounded all ready to go, yet he didn’t move from his spot. After sometime Zeke tapped Nate’s knee.
“Come on. Let’s get going.”
Groaning, Nate scrambled up. Leafing through Zeke’s clothes in the drawer, Nate mumbled something.
“You saying?” Zeke asked.
Nate shrugged. “I just thought I should go home. Even if I’d stay with you, I need to pick up some clothes.”
Zeke sighed. “Maybe we should, though your parents might take me to the police for kidnapping you.”
“I won’t let them do that,” said Nate, his voice up, his face turning red as he swirled a
