Page 82 of Size King

“How are you feeling?” I ask.

“Never better. You?”

“I’m—I—so—”

“Cat got your tongue?” She giggles.

“Just, thank you.”

She laughs, smacking my arm. “What are you thanking me for?”

“You know damn well what,” I say.

She giggles again, kissing my arm. “Well, thankyou.”

She gets out of bed and goes to use the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I stay in bed, playing on my phone while I wait for her to return.

I’ve missed a text from Luke that read, “You coming into town tomorrow night?”

I reply with, “I’m actually in LA right now dude.”

Less than a minute later, I get a call from Luke. I quickly throw the covers off and look for my clothes.

I pick up. “Yo.”

“What’s going on?” Luke asks. “You’re in L.A.?”

“I am.”

“What are you doing right now?

“I’m busy.”

“Doing what?” he prods. “Where are you right now?”

I slide my boxers on and search for my socks. “I’m hanging out with a friend.”

“What kind of friend?”

“Just a friend,” I reiterate.

“Like aspecialfriend?”

“I’m just chilling with a friend, relax,” I say. “Give me like twenty seconds. I’m getting dressed.”

I finish getting dressed and quietly make my way out of the apartment to continue my phone conversation.

“What were you and your friend up to?” Luke asks.

“We were hanging out, watching TV,” I reply casually. “Having sex—you know, what friends do.”

“We’ve been friends a long time you and me,” says Luke. “I haven’t had sex with you, and I’m okay with us keeping it that way.”

“So am I!” I laugh.

“For real, who are you hanging out with?”

“My friend that I took back to your place a few weeks ago,” I say.