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EVAN: Then I kissed him again and squeezed his dick for good measure (over clothing, not under) before we parted company.
JULES: You did good.
JULES: Thank you for making out with Mal in the parking lot.
EVAN: I’d say ‘You’re welcome’, but it really wasn’t an imposition.
JULES: Good, because I think we should do that as often as we can when we’re in public.
EVAN: You don’t think he’ll get wise to what we’re doing? Or what I’m doing, since I’ll be the one doing it?
JULES: If he does, we’ll figure something else out, but in the meantime, full steam ahead.
EVAN: All right.
Chapter 42
Second date
For their second date, Evan invited Malcom and Jules to a movie. They ended up going on Saturday afternoon to see the new Avengers installment, and after a tiny bit of awkwardness when it came time to who would sit in the middle, Jules finally made the decision and took it herself.
The theater was about half full, and they sat near the back away from most of the other people. They’d gotten a giant tub of popcorn, a large Coke, and peanut M&M’s to share, and it was quickly decided since Jules was in the middle, she should be the one to hold the popcorn. Both men proceeded to use that as an excuse to lean into her and nuzzle against her neck as they accidentally brushed their fingers against her breasts while reaching for the popcorn. Evan took it even further, sometimes dropping a few kernels on her, only to then conduct a thorough search for them in the dark, sometimes down the front of her shirt—which she didn’t really mind, until it started to distract her from the movie.
“What are you, a thirteen-year-old boy, trapped in the body of …” Jules trailed off, quickly subtracting seven years from Malcom’s age, to calculate Evan’s, “… a thirty-five-year-old man?”
“I’m thirty-six, actually,” Evan corrected her.
“You are?”
“My birthday was a couple of weeks ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Malcom asked.
“Because we weren’t together, then.”
“Well, happy belated birthday.”
“Thanks.”
“Yes, happy belated birthday,” Jules said. Then, to Malcom, she whispered, “That makes him only one year younger than me.”
“And only six years younger than me,” Mal whispered back.
They gave each other a discreet fist bump.
When the movie was over, Malcom suggested they go to the Farmer’s Market and do some shopping (which would count as his public outing, technically making it another ‘date’ even though it would piggyback on Evan’s), then go back to Malcom’s place for dinner.
As they walked around, the memory of the last time they’d been there made things kind of awkward, until Evan said, “I assume we’re all having a bit of a flashback, but I think we should just agree to agree that our meet-and-greet here was the best thing to happen to us and turn a negative into a positive.”
“Calling it the best thing is a bit of a stretch,” Malcom argued, his attention half captured by a display of yams.
“I agree,” said Jules.
Evan looked confused. “You agree with who?”
“With Mal.”
“Well, you’re both wrong.” Evan gave them each a long look—or tried to, with Malcom busy rooting through the yams like he was looking for buried treasure. “That was the moment we all got into the same orbit, so it’s a good thing. I mean, I was going to try and avoid you two like the plague, even when I didn’t know who Mal was. So, it could have been a year or more before we ran into each other and got together … and that’s assuming I hadn’t been snatched up by then, in which case ...” he trailed off with a shrug, as if to say,You two would have been shit out of luck.
