"I wouldn't say I get a handful, but I like to have a good feel." He threw a smirk at Leon. There was no point protesting something so close to the truth.

Unless of course, you were Leon. Had that kiss done anything? He was practically glowering and all because of a little bit of leg-stroking; if he ever got over himself he might actually enjoy it.

"Leon Shaw wants to take it slow?" Avery laughed incredulously. "I was sure you'd be an easy lay. What do I have to do to get into your saggy-arsed jeans then? Take you to dinner, buy front row seats for the theatre, what?"

So they were back on talking. Avery drew circles on the ground with his fingers. What did he want to talk about? Where did he start?!

"Why do you say that you hate me? And why are you so agressive? Being like that isn't going to change the fact that you like to kiss boys, you know."