Page 11 of Snowballing

“Dinner?! I thought it was just a fuck? Dinner is the gateway to marriage.”

“Cut it out, Lane. Dinner is the gateway to dinner.”

Lane mumbled something about dessert, but he had a big smile on his face.

It was a struggle to admit to myself, but I’d smile more if I heard from Jayden.

* * *

I had to wait two days, but he finally messaged me back. It wasn’t great.

Jayden: Seriously? That’s the best excuse you could come up with? Your son?

I shouldn’t be surprised he didn’t believe me, but still. I was being honest.

TenInchTop: It’s the truth.

Jayden: So, where’s your wife?

TenInchTop: I assume in Texas, probably in rehab for the 14th time.

TenInchTop: I have full custody.

Why the fuck was I explaining this to a prostitute?

Because his ass was that good.

Jayden: Oh. Well, you can still see why I’m skeptical.

Jayden: And you still have my pants.

TenInchTop: Oh, I’m aware.

TenInchTop: I put them on to prove to the kid that they were mine.

Jayden: So you’re saying you stretched out my pants?

TenInchTop: Wow, you’re saying I’m bigger than you?

Jayden: Don’t be coy. Everything about you is bigger than me.

Jayden: You really want to take me to dinner?

TenInchTop: Does that mean you’re considering it?

Jayden: Sad to say, yes. My life isn’t that glamorous at the moment and I don’t have big holiday plants.

TenInchTop: I don’t have any big holiday plants either, only small ones. A baby poinsettia.

Jayden: You knew what I meant.

I wasn’t sure what to say next.

Jayden: Plus, I never got to see what a ten-inch dick feels like.

Whoa.

TenInchTop: I’m certainly not going to say no if that’s something you want to do, but there’s no pressure. It’s an apology dinner for making you drive home in short shorts in twenty degree weather.