Coffee Shops and Condoms by Eden Winters

Can we? Jerome asked, putting on a hopeful face. The engine purred like a contented cat when Greg fired up the engine. He opened his fist to reveal a set of plastic teeth with long, pointed canines. My cape! Greg grabbed the proffered garment and clutched it to his chest.

He returned a moment later, holding a piece of dark fabric. Jerome disappeared into the bedroom, leaving Greg to inspect the living area. Let’s do a quick check and then get on the road. Greg humored her, pretending to fear the petite brunette. Shelby was sweet if somewhat bossy, and liked to pick on her brother’s boyfriend. Dude! Anything but that! They shared a laugh. Greg jumped away, eyes wide in feigned terror.

Okay, but if we’re late, I’m gonna let my sister know who to blame. The cramped, one bedroom shoebox was tiny, yet special-their first home together. Jerome took Greg’s hand and laced their fingers together, leading the way back up two flights of stairs to their apartment. A suggestive smile and winking green eye hinted at mischief. Jerome took the kiss and the bag, placing it in the trunk when Greg pulled away. Greg’s dark hair and light eyes contrasted with Jerome’s dark eyes and light brown hair.Īfter a brief glance over his shoulder to ensure no one was watching, Greg leaned in for a kiss, balancing a loaded duffel between them. His best friend since childhood came up from behind and they appeared together in the car’s tinted window, a matched set, height-wise, at six foot each. He couldn’t help it Greg’s folks had money and his didn’t. Jerome ran a hand down one sleek fender, watching his reflection in the shiny black surface. I still can’t believe that your folks sprang for a brand new Mustang convertible for graduation and all I have to drive is my sister’s hand-me-down clunker.

Coffee Shops and Condoms by Eden Winters