“Were you tired when you got in? Did you go to bed right away?” Frank stares at m probingly. I know what he’s getting at. You need a sturdier bed frame.” Frank scrubs a hand over his face. “God, you heard?” “Relax. I hear it’s only gay if you make eye contact.” Frank doesn’t seem amused. I put my hands up in surrender. “Just trying to make light. I have no intention of bonding with you over our shared love of penis.”
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