“I’ve been gay all my life and I still don’t know, or at least remember, if there’s a sign that you’re a bottom or a top,” he said.
“Well uh…me either,” although I did remember, but it was kind of early to tell him what my ex was because that would make it pretty damn obvious what I was, or wasn’t.
So we finished eating in silence, wondering if we’d gone too far over the line, already.
“Maybe we’ll figure it out later,” Steve said quietly, with a quick look at me and then an equally quick glance away. Something caught his eye when he did that, and I followed his gaze. There a couple of tables away sat my ex, with another man. A younger other man, of course. We both tuned in.
“I’m telling you,” Roger said, firmly, waving a breadstick to prove his point. “This ship is full of old people,
