Kojo pursed his lips. “And you’re telling me that Adrian was one of the … models.”

“Yes.” Eric should have left it at that. He really, really should have. And yet. “Not just any model either—he was one of the stars. I kind of fancied him, to be honest.”

Kojo inhaled deeply, eyes narrowing into small slits, the line of his jaw tense with suppressed laughter.

“This,” Eric told him, “is the moment when I remind you about that time you sent a naked pic to your entire nutrition study group, and I didn’t mock you.” Not much, anyway. And only some time after the fact, when Kojo’s initial mortification had mostly turned into amusement.

“Yes.” Kojo nodded. “Right.”

And burst out laughing.