Queer bent bastard

“Good night,” we all called after them.

As soon as we were alone again, I pulled Kyle back down beside me. “THE Chad?” I questioned in a whisper.

“Oh God, this is so embarrassing,” he whispered as he gave me a quick kiss.

“If it makes you feel any better,” I whispered before I returned his kiss, “I’ve had a crush on you for months.”

“You’re joking,” he said.

“Nope, I’ve been lusting after you since the first time I saw you,” I said, laughing.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” he said with a grin.

“Nope,” I responded.

“Oh my God,” he said as he pulled me over on top of him and gave me a kiss that curled my toes.

“Not the only two people here,” came a voice from just beside us.

“Sorry,” we both said as we turned to see Sandy’s grinning face.

“Don’t be,” she said, laughing. “I am so happy for the two of you. And Kyle, you have no idea how happy I am to have you back. You really had us scared for a while there, bud.”

“Thanks,” he replied. “I had me scared for a while there, too. It’s good to be back.” He gave me another quick kiss.