“Cool,” Jefferson said.
I apologized. “I shouldn’t have—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Patrick kissed me, a long, lingering kiss that took my breath away and tickled me everywhere, all up and down my naked body. “That was nice,” he said, as he took a step back.
“You’re bi, right?”
Patrick shrugged. “I like people, not labels. I like you.”
“Cool,” Jefferson said again. “Damn!” Then he cursed when Patrick’s phone went off. I knew it wasn’t mine by the ring.
“Phone,” I said.
“Those things are an inconvenience.” Jefferson was right.
Patrick climbed out of the water. I watched and continued to gawk as he bent for his phone, and then put it to his ear.
The conversation was brief.
“We have to haul ass,” he said as he signed off.
I sprinted for the grass without further explanatio
