We walked the few blocks to Clay and Patrick’s condo, and Patrick greeted us at the front door. He looked great, as usual. He stood about six feet tall, and had light brown hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a tight gray V-neck T-shirt that showed off his pecs and muscular arms, and dark jeans. After welcoming us inside and exchanging greetings with Ryan, he turned to me. “Why are you two so dressed up? Are you going out later?”
“Maybe,” I lied. I couldn’t tell Patrick that if I hadn’t instructed Ryan to dress appropriately, he would have shown up wearing his usual awful college student attire.
Patrick took the bottle of wine from me and told me and Ryan to have a seat before asking if we wanted anything to drink. Ryan asked for a glass of wine before I could get out the words, so I just
