Chapter 38

“So you won’t forget,” Jim says.

Alan trails a finger down Jim’s smooth cheek. “As if I could. One more for the road, what do you say?”

One turns into two, which turns into three, then four. Alan reaches blindly behind him for the door to Jim’s apartment because he doesn’t want to be the first to pull away. Finally Jim steps back and Alan manages to get the door open. When he steps out into the hall, Jim says, “Call me.”

“I will,” Alan promises. “Maybe I can have you over for dinner, how’s that sound? A nice roast with jacket potatoes, some sprouts on the side, maybe a salad.”

Despite being dressed only in his briefs, Jim steps over the threshold and folds his arms across his chest. “Hold up. What kind of potatoes?”

Alan frowns. “Jacket, you know, with the skin on.”

“You mean baked potatoes.” Jim laughs. “Jacket, I like that. What are sprouts?”