Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys Ch. 30 - Sex Stories

Good Guys Don't Date Bad Boys Ch. 30

Chapter Thirty -- What You Don't Know Makes You More Curious

Ray grinned all-knowingly and wiggled his eyebrows while Jonathan tried to focus on his textbooks. One could only do so much to ignore a curious roommate slash self-proclaimed BFF. Not that he had any qualms about that, and Ray was the first and only BFF he had ever had. On top of it all, he was very grateful to have a friend like that. Nonetheless, the unspoken questions that floated in the air made it a less than ideal environment for studying and also unnerved him a little.

"Is there something on your mind, Ray?" he asked, without pulling his eyes away from his study materials.

"People say you're getting married," Ray whispered, his eyes darting around like he was expecting someone to jump on them while they were safely tucked away in the kitchen of their dorm room.

Jonathan ignored his self-imposed rule of trying not to give in to the temptation of indulging Ray in his latest obsession with current gossip and looked up in utter shock. "Married?"

Ray burst into laughter. "Glad I got your attention. No, no one says you're getting married."

"Well," Jonathan straightened up in his chair, "you surely have my attention now. What is it?" They were supposed to be studying together, but it looked as if Ray was like a kid with a new toy which he was dying to show to others.

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?"

The question took him by surprise. He felt his body stiffen up and grabbed his pen, while his eyes moved over the open textbook in front of him, in search of answers. "I haven't yet given it proper thought." He had tried. Even if they didn't reach out to him, that didn't mean he should maintain the silent war between them. He wouldn't go back to being under their thumb, but he didn't want to ignore them forever either.

"I was thinking," Ray said, completely unfazed by his lack of enthusiasm regarding the quickly approaching short vacation. "How about you come home with me to meet my folks?"

Jonathan stared at his roommate. Ray's face was an open book, and he was waiting for an answer. "Thank you for inviting me," he replied. "But I should seriously think about visiting my family."

Ray nodded sympathetically. "Sure thing. But if you change your mind, just let me know."

Jonathan fiddled with his pen. Things such as inviting friends over for Thanksgiving were normal, but why were they such an alien notion for him? "Are you sure your parents wouldn't mind? I'm a stranger," he pointed out. And he doubted Ray's family had a guesthouse where people who visited them on occasion could stay.

"Pfft," Ray made a strange sound and smacked his lips, "what stranger? I told mom and dad everything about you. My mom can barely wait to make you slave in the kitchen with her. She wants to see the miracle of a college boy going beyond the boiling of an egg."

Jonathan laughed and shook his head. "So, it's all a ploy to get me in your parents' kitchen."

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