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tried to think of a comeback, but found himself at a loss for words as his dick began to swell with interest. This guy was sexy as hell.
    Trish laughed. “Wow, that shut him up.”
    “I can think of much better ways to shut me up,” Donovan said, raising an eyebrow at Alex.
    Alex cleared his throat. “Um… uh… I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” he said as he turned to leave.
    “See you.” In my dreams , Donovan thought.
    Alex was wearing his jersey and football pants, which afforded Donovan the luxury of viewing his firm, perfectly shaped ass as he walked down the aisle of the auditorium.
    “He was flirting with me, not you,” Trish said. “Keep your pecker in your pants.”
    “Easier said than done at the moment.”
    “Eww, TMI.”
    Donovan adjusted himself. “Shit. I’ve gotta be up on stage soon, and I’m sporting a boner. Quick, show me your tits.”
    “Ha-ha. Very funny. Maybe you should stop lusting after straight boys. You know they’ll only break your heart.”
    “How do you know he’s straight? He could be a closet case.”
    “Why do you keep doing this to yourself, D? You need to find a nice boy who won’t use you and toss you aside. Someone more like… Lucas.”
    “Now there’s a bone-kill.”
    “What’s wrong with Lucas? He’s sweet.”
    “Sweet isn’t really my cup o’ teabag .”
    “Gross! You have a one-track mind, you know that? Don’t you want to meet someone special and fall in love? I really think you should give Lucas a chance.”
    “A chance to do what? Hold my hand and give me Eskimo kisses?”
    That made her laugh. “Oh, come on. I’m sure he’s not that innocent. Besides, wouldn’t it be fun to teach him all the stuff he doesn’t know?”
    “Yeah, maybe. If it was a practical demonstration. And Alex was my student volunteer.”
    “Oh God. A three-way? You’d scar Lucas for life.”
    “Don’t say three-way. My boner’s coming back.”
    Trish slapped him on the shoulder and left him to get ready for his upcoming scene.
     
     
    “A RE you coming to the show?” Lucas asked his parents during dinner that night.
    “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. You know Fridays are busy for me. If I have a cancellation, I’ll be there. I promise.”
    “That’s okay, Mom.”
    He knew she’d be there if she could. She loved hearing him play. He wished he had a real piano at home instead of his keyboard, so he could play for her properly.
    Lucas glanced over at his dad, who avoided eye contact. He wanted to ask again, to make his dad give him an answer, but his dad’s silence spoke volumes.
    “I’m not going unless they have belly dancers,” Mason said, making both his parents chuckle.
    Lucas’s phone vibrated, causing him to jump. “Sorry,” he muttered, reaching for the device. Who was calling? Or texting? Or taunting him on Facebook? He saw that it was a text from an unknown number. Mystery Boy Alex? His heart beat wildly as he stuffed the phone back in his pocket and returned his attention to his dinner.
    His family stared at him.
    “Who was it, sweetie?” his mom said.
    “I don’t know. I didn’t recognize the number.”
    “Maybe it was Alex.”
    “Mom.”
    “I think you should check.”
    “Mom, we’re in the middle of dinner.”
    “It’s okay, honey. I don’t mind. It could be important.”
    Why did she have to be so nosy? He didn’t want to look with everyone watching.
    “Go ahead,” she said.
    Lucas relented, pulling out his phone and opening the message.
    555-817-1729: hey boo. be my date for the party tomorrow?
    He let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. A grin spread across his face. Maybe he really had made a friend that day.
    “Well?” his mom said.
    “It was Trish. She wants to know if I’ll take her to the cast party tomorrow night.”
    “A girl asked you out?” Mason said, a look of disbelief on his face.
    “On a date? ” his mom added, accidentally dropping her fork, which hit her plate with a loud clang.
    “Do you