But so did his anger. He pulled away from me, slapping my hand away. “What is your problem man?” he asked angrily. “You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?”
I edged away from him, my face burning. “I-I was just trying to make it look real.”
Evan stared at me, his gaze flickering to my rock hard crotch then back to my face. “Dude, you’re getting off on this?”
“N-no,,” I stammered.
“The hell you aren’t,” he exclaimed. “You’re as hard as a rock.”
I quickly shifted, trying to cover the tent in my shorts. Grabbing the remote, I quickly switched channels until I found a ballgame. Evan watched me with an almost knowing smirk.
“You were enjoying that, weren’t you?”
“No,” I said, keeping my eyes on the game. I hoped that he wouldn’t catch the lie in my voice. I cleared my throat. “No. I
