Piper picked up a glass of champagne from a passing tray. “I’m here to support the campaign,” he continued.
“You sound thrilled.”
“I am fucking bored, and can’t handle speaking with one more blow hard about whether I am doing Aspen after Christmas.” Piper smirked.
Noah leaned against the bar beside him, close enough that Piper could feel the warmth coming off him.
“You know what the internet thinks about these photos?” Noah asked.
Piper kept his eyes forward.
“Yes.”
“Which part?”
“The part where we became fucking gay icons.”
Noah laughed quietly.
“That’s a polite way to put it.”
Piper took a slow sip.
“You seem comfortable with it.”
“I’m comfortable with attention.”
“That’s not surprising.”
Noah studied him. “You look tense, more than usual.”
“I’m not.”
“You definitely are.”
“You’re a very observant asshole.”
“I’m a quarterback.”
“An arrogant one.”
“Confidence and arrogance are not the same thing.” Noah remembered what his dad told him when he was younger,Always enter a room like you belong there.
The music shifted.Ain’t No Wayby Aretha Franklin filled the rooftop.
“You keep staring at the exit,” Noah said.
“I like knowing where the exits are,” Piper replied with frustration, but seemed to be enjoying the sparring match.
“That’s not why. You’re wondering if what happened in that bathroom was a mistake,” Noah said.
Piper turned slowly. “You’re very cocky,” he said, because his voice wasn’t as steady as he wanted.
“I’m very curious.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
