“What about him?” Isaac asks at that point, tipping his head in Evan’s direction.
“Would I have gone out with Evan?”
“Yeah—say you hadn’t met me that night. Say you had shit luck on the dating apps.”
“You know, I’m not good with hypotheticals,” I remind him.
“Of course you are. You’re very good at second guessing yourself. It’s pretty much the same thing.”
I give Isaac a side-eye.
“I’ll be honest,” Evan says. “I would have probably had too much to drink and thrown myself at you eventually.”
I look over my shoulder at him, trying to picture that and the imaginary scenario wherein I had no luck dating strangers. It’s a little harder to imagine being a person who doesn’t already know what it’s like to have sex with him, or how fun it is to kiss him, orthe way he uses his hips and ass to get himself off no matter what position he’s in. “How would you have thrown yourself at me?”
“Probably either straddling you on the bench press or cornering you in the kitchen.”
“Let’s go with the bench press for my enjoyment,” Isaac says.
Evan laughs. “I’m kidding. I wouldn’t have done that.”
“What would you have done?” Isaac asks. “Help him out.”
Evan mulls this over. “Okay, well the closest I got to doing anything was at Bailey’s birthday party last fall.”
I frown.
“I was just gonna ask you to dance.”
“Why didn’t you?” Isaac and I both ask at the same time.
“You kept getting messages on your phone and responding. I thought you might be dealing with something, so I chickened out.”
I remember that. My old friends had been blowing me up because it was a weekend, and I wasn’t there. I had plans to meet up with them later, but they wouldn’t leave me alone until they saw my face.
“If I hadn’t been so distracted, I would’ve danced with you.” That much I know for sure.
“Yeah?”
“I would have been surprised you asked, though.”
“Why?”
“You said you weren’t sure I was gay.”
Evan shrugs. “You were hanging out with an awful lot of gay people that night. I figured you’d probably play along either way.”
I grin. “You’re right. Makes me wonder why you ever questioned it.”
“Millie…”
“Well…Millie is her own thing.”
“How is Millie?” Isaac asks.
“I’m not sure I wanna know,” Evan says.
“How’d you guys get tangled up with her anyway?”
