Trevor cuts in, voice calm. “Most people’s asses can be stretched to accommodate a fist at the very least.”
As my boyfriend holds up his rather large closed fist in demonstration, Todd visibly shudders. “Hard pass.” His gaze turns thoughtful as it shifts to me. “Dang. I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I havenothad a fist in me,” I defend, not sure why I’m even bothering. “Can we please stop talking about assholes before I’ve had my morning coffee?”
“It’s afternoon,” Todd says again. “So are we thinking scrambled eggs or…?”
As Trevor discusses egg preparation options with my housemate-slash-former-friend, I check my phone, which has been steadily buzzing in my pocket.
Todd: Library Guy stayed the night!
Lumi: Details, sweet baby Todd.
Todd: Isaac said it was even more impressive in person.
Todd: And now he’s glaring at me.
Todd: Oh, here. Look.
Next is a hastily snapped picture of Trevor.
Lumi: My, oh my.
Lumi: And how is our Isaac faring?
Aaand there’s a picture of me. Blushing furiously.
Lumi: I call best man.
Todd: Hey! No fair.
Lumi: You can have flower girl.
Lumi: Have I lost you?
Lumi: Men.
Lumi: For the record, babe, you’re allowed two best men at your wedding, but I WILL be one of them.
I answer with a resigned sigh.
Me: I hate everything.
Trevor and I walk along one of the prettier routes through campus as the afternoon wears on into evening. I’m a little surprised he hasn’t gone home yet, but I’m not complaining.
It’s been nice, having a day away from studying and obligation.
The present company sure doesn’t hurt, either.
“Does your uncle know about the porn?” I ask, having been wondering about that.
Trevor’s lips twitch. The area we’re at is fairly secluded at the moment, but we’ve had to pause the conversation at times when someone walks by. “No. I don’t think he would judge me for it, but… I wasn’t sure how to bring it up. I figured, once it gets serious, I’ll have a conversation with him.”
That has me eyeing his profile. “Is that what you’re planning to do? Your…business idea?”
He glances at me, stepping around a wide crack in the sidewalk. “If I said yes? That I’ve already looked into the legalities and requirements for going professional?”
“Holy crap. Really? Tell me.”
