“Wow.” Snorting, she slumps. “That’s the least romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I was being pragmatic when I agreed to the date. But the kiss was nice. Romantic, even.”
“It must have been more than nice. Otherwise, I can’t imagine he’d be sending those kinds of selfies to you.” Winking, she reaches for her glass. “The one with his abs and the waistband of his pants? Delicious.”
“Is sex all you think about?”
She bites her bottom lip, eyes glinting brightly. “Maybe, but only because I haven’t been fucked senseless in two months.”
“Pfft. Must be nice. It’s been six for me.”
Her jaw drops for the second time tonight.
Annoyance flares in my chest, making my skin itchy.
“For the love of God, text Logan back. Maybe he can dick you down before you leave for your adventure in the woods.” She lifts her glass as if she’s toasting to the idea. “To your vagina getting some action.”
With a roll of my eyes, I pull my phone from my pocket.
Golden Boy:
did you watch the game?
I texted him earlier, congratulating him on his team’s win.
Me:
yeah. the team was awesome, especially Roma
Golden Boy:
thanks, but singling out Roman when it was a team effort? rude
Golden Boy:
especially because I’m the one who scored a hat trick
Me:
show-off
Me:
without the team’s amazing defense and your goalie’s shutout, your hat trick would’ve been useless
Golden Boy:
totally get why you and Roman get along so well
Golden Boy:
your honesty is admirable
Me:
sorry
Golden Boy:
