Chapter 7: Video Games
“I’ve been cheated!” Max tossed the video controller on the coffee table in disgust. “I can’t believe I taught you this game just an hour ago.”
Kit shrugged, though he felt a little glow of achievement at beating the man. He wasn’t what you’d call a jock, but the tennis game had just seemed to come naturally and he’d found himself pretty good at it. Max didn’t have many adult-type games lying around, not with all those nieces and nephews in and out of his apartment, but what he had looked like a lot of fun. They’d met for an early lunch at the local taco stand, then come straight to Max’s apartment.
Either Max was one of those stereotypical gay men with decorating in their genes, or his sisters had helped him with the apartment. Everything matched, from the faded
