Chapter 112
The film was all right, nothing outstanding, but it held Trevor’s interest—although Paul’s wandering hand as it kept missing the bucket of popcorn, probably held more of Trevor’s attention.
“Give up, you’ll leave a stain,” Trevor hissed.
“On the inside or the outside?” Paul leaned in to his ear and whispered. Before withdrawing he licked Trevor’s ear, causing him to shudder.
“Bloody poofs,” a loud male voice called out behind them.
Trevor took no notice, but Paul immediately swung round in his seat.
“Who said that?”
“No, Paul, let it go. It’s not important,” Trevor urged. He could see they were drawing attention to themselves. “Please.”
Paul turned back to the front, but remained tense.