Chapter 32Steve
After we’d hiked back down to the parking lot, Adam’s stomach was growling really loud.
“Geez, sounds like a bear mating call!” I laughed as I poked his rock-hard abs.
“Hey! Don’t even joke about that!” he yelped, glancing around nervously.
After we’d spread our food out on a nearby picnic table in the woods, Adam insisted we both had to sit on the same side, just like we’d done at the convention.
“Why?” I asked.
“So I can do this…whenever I want.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the cheek.
I laughed as I kissed him back, but on the lips this time.
After I’d taken my first bite of barbecue chicken, I started moaning and groaning, just like Adam had done over the spaghetti.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. I’d just forgotten how good this
