“Am I pretty, Kevin?” Andrew asked harshly. “Or are those just words you’re saying to make me feel better?”
Kevin took a slow and steady breath, nodding. “Yes, Ansely, you are.”
He pulled his head away and looked into his eyes, “Unquestionably.”
“That’s twice you’ve called me Ansely tonight,” Andrew said.
Kevin just shrugged. “It got your attention, and it helps me face the woman that you are. Saying, ‘Andrew, you’re fucking hot’ is kind of bothersome.”
Andrew’s eyes widened. “Hot? Do you think I’m hot?”
Kevin sucked in his lower lip, thinking: oh crap. Did I just say that?