“Kinky.”
I licked him like ice cream. “Maybe, but I think I want Jefferson to know I’ve found someone to…like-like.”
Patrick smiled. “Back to the teenage thing, huh? I like-like you, too.”
I stood and kissed him, smile to smile, his laugh going into me.
“What were you into at fifteen and beyond, other than Pokémon and porn?”
“I liked painting in school,” I answered. “My art teacher was this hot hippie daddy type. I played baseball. Was an okay student, B’s in most classes, some A’s here and there.”
“Wait, wait, wait. I thought you were a slacker.”
“Well, I was. Some of my teachers took pity on me, because of my home life, I think. I also took courses that came easily, like drawing, and English. I never took a math course that wasn’t a requirement. Could have gotten better grades in
