"Ooh, Oliver? I used to have a fri--pffft. Best fanclub name ever. And I do like the sound of a waterbed. . . Have you ever been on one where the heating thingy's broken, though? Ugh, so frickin' cold." Kyle gave a little shiver. That had been a rather unpleasant night, and no amount of snuggles made the cold mattress feel any warmer. He and his lay of the night ended up sleeping on a pile of blankets on the floor.
Each time Damien glanced at Kyle, the boy tried to quickly avert his eyes. It was a dance, a game. A test to see how long he could do it without being directly called out on hi--Whoa, mansion! "Dude. . . whoa. So much envy, man. So much."