Yes. Aren’t you? Also, stop changing the subject.
Casey
I’m missing something, aren’t I?
Ask your boyfriend to fill you in.
You’re my boyfriend too, and one of you needs to tell me what I’m missing.
Emory
It’s a gay pole dancing and strip club.
I can imagine that Emory’s face has gone bright red.
Casey
Oh.
Is that a no?
It’s an oh.
What does that mean?
Oh.
What I wouldn’t give to be a fly on their wall right now. Or to be having this conversation with them in person. I’d have to kiss Emory to stop him from blushing, which would make him blush harder, and then I’d have to kiss Casey too, probably while laughing because I have no fucking clue what ‘oh’ means.
And like that, I realise that my dour mood has vanished. In fact, I’m smiling so much that my cheeks ache. If this is the effect they have on me, then I’m happy to keep being the sappiest sap that ever did sap.
Emory
Are you serious?
About going to the club?
Yes.
Am I? I mean, yes, I’d like to go. An evening of watching gorgeous guys gyrating around a pole while taking their clothes off? Yes, please. But I need to consider what my boyfriends want too.
Not if it’s going to make either of you uncomfortable. Casey mentioned meeting at the Dry Dock for a drink.
The club could be fun…
My eyes widen at his message. What thoughts are running through his beautiful head?
Casey
Why not?
Now that does surprise me.
Seriously?
Yeah… Watching people strip is probably going to be about as exciting as watching paint dry, but I’ll be with you two, so why not?
I adore you.
