You know, with Patrick being there.” Noah looks up from where he’s been staring a hole into Julie’s kitchen table. He didn’t come here to give her the silent treatment, but he hasn’t had much to say, and he doesn’t know what to say now either. How is he supposed to answer that question? Oh yeah, it’s great, you know, aside from watching him getting his dick sucked last night. Totally normal. He settles on: “Fine.” She frowns at him. “Is there a problem?” “No, why?” “I dunno,” she says, shrugging. “You’ve just been weird about him since he turned up. It’s not still because you fancy him, is it?” Embarrassment floods him, making his stomach lurch. “I don’t fancy him!” he insists, sitting up straight in his chair. “Stop saying that.” She considers him for a long moment. “It’s okay to look, you know,”
