Curtis let out a little laugh, although it didn’t sound like he was very amused.
“Me, too, Lyndon. Me, too.” Lyndon could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “We’re so typical.”
“Maybe you are. I’m actually very interesting.”
“Ass,” said Curtis. “Want to get off?”
Lyndon kept his eyes glued to the road.
“I mean off the freeway. Onto the backroads. Not whatever you were thinking…” Curtis slouched in his seat. “Damnit.”
“I’m an adult. I don’t have to bang every gay guy I come across,” said Lyndon, flicking on his directional and getting back in the right lane.
“And I’m not desperate. Really. I just don’t think enough before I open my mouth.”
“What a desperate thing to say. This exit good?”
Lyndon glanced over at Curtis, who was peering pointedly down at his phone, face bright red
