Bab 37: Chapter 37

He yanked both of his hands out from underneath Lyle’s and caught the middle finger of Lyle’s left one. He tugged it backwards before Lyle even knew what was happening.

Lyle stepped away almost as quickly as he’d come forward. “Ow, fuck! Okay! Fuck!”

“Look, I get it,” Randy said quietly. He didn’t release Lyle’s finger, but he did let up pressure. “I know what it’s like to be eighteen. You’re all revved up and raring to go, all this juice is pumping through your blood, and hey, what the fuck, everyone should get their chance to do a little experimenting. That moment isn’t about to come from me, though. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re hot as all fuck. If we met in a club, I probably wouldn’t even force you to show me your ID before I followed you around back.”