That evening, I closed the door to our room and turned the key in the lock.
“Oh?” Jackson asked, raising his eyebrow.
“Time for you to get naked, Ledbetter.”
“And why is that?”
“You’d think after nine years of making out with the same dude that I’d get sick of it, but…well, I have to admit, you’re sort of cute.”
“Sort of?”
“I know you work out all the time, but that’s just what you’ve got to do to keep your man satisfied. Well…Big Daddy needs to be satisfied, Ledbetter. What you got?”
“I’ll show you what I’ve got.”
“Nine years,” I repeated. “It’s like eating chicken McNuggets for nine years, or vanilla pudding, or chocolate shakes from Sonic. You’d think I’d be sick of it by now…I mean, if I had to eat chicken McNuggets for—”
“Oh, for God’s sake!”
“We’re not doing this for God’s
