One good thing about take-out is that there aren’t any dishes to wash. When we finished eating, I asked him if he wanted any of mom’s chocolate chip cookies. He said he’d rather wait until later, so we put the paper trash into the container under the sink and went downstairs to my room.
I gestured for him to sit in my reading chair. I turned the computer chair around and sat in it. He had thrown his hoodie on my bed. His button up shirt was open down the front, and he had on a dark green T-shirt that stretched across his chest.
“Damn, Louis, you look good. You must work out.”
He grinned. “Just about everybody does these days. I belong to the gym near the mall, and I’ve got some free weights at home. You’ve never been in our basement.”
“Well, it’s all paying off.”
“Thanks.” He leaned f
