Hockey Boyfriend For Pay
I frown and open the sliding door to check who it is.
Warlock. Bram is calling me.
I frown in confusion, but I respond, “Hello?”
“Hey, Frodo… where are you? Are you in the shower or something?” he asks.
“Yes, I am. Why are you calling? We can speak in the morning.”
“Well… maybe we could, like… speak right now? I mean not right now, right now,” he says, stumbling over his words in a nervous way. I am even more confused now, “But once you finish your shower and are decent. Like, not naked. Because I don’t—I’m not trying to—like, this isn’t—”