"Worry is the flavor of ice cream I always get," Jon agreed, nodding with a smile still on his face. Then he laughed again. "You're biased, Robbie! Book reviewers aren't - and probably won't be - so kind to me." Even though his past books had been liked, critically and by readers. He was feeling uneasy about his first foray into fiction.
He shrugged at Rob's question. He had his suspicions, but he liked being mysterious. As much as he could possibly be, with his best friend. They already knew a heck of a lot about each other. "Heeeaaah!" he exclaimed, laughing as Rob went for his shirt, yanking it off. He leaned back into his boyfriend, looking back at him by tilting his head back, and grinning impishly. Then he reached his hands up and held Rob by his cheeks, gently pulling him down toward his mouth and kissing him.