His shirt rides up, revealing things I shouldn’t know about. He has one of those V-lines that are pure muscle. His hip bone is beneath that muscle. Does that make any sense? There’s some hair, and my throat automatically swallows. He fixes his shirt when he realizes his skin is showing.
“You killed me,” he mutters, sitting up.
“There’s more.”
He throws his head back and groans, “No.”
I laugh. “Just kidding.”
“Are you going to let me buy you dinner tonight?” he glances at the entrance, which is all window. “It’s getting late, and I owe you.”
“Given that you haven’t asked for a picture or an autograph yet because I’m so insta-famous––”
He scoffs, waving me off. “Get out of here, Ce. You’re so full of yourself.”
I smile. “Depends where you want to eat. If it’s Mickie D’s, I’m out.”
He stands, towering over me. “You think that I would thank you with a five-dollar meal? Then you don’t know me at all. I thought we were supposed to be friends?”
Marina walks past and stops when she sees us. “Hey, ya’ll.”
I notice her back straightens when she looks at Dylan.
“Hi, Marina,” I say. “How’re you?”
She nods. “Good.” She eyes both of us awkwardly.
“Good,” I reply.
She looks at Dylan. “Good game this past weekend. You nailed number fifty-four like Play-Doh.”
Dylan nods. “Play-Doh? That’s a first.”
She blushes. “I can’t believe how fast he dropped. It was like he wanted to go down.”
Dylan looks at her with a blank face.
She glances down at the ground. “Anyway, it was a good game. I liked it.” She’s nodding awkwardly now. “Okay. Guess I’ll see you around.”
When she walks away, Dylan turns to me, “I was thinking we could shower and get dressed, then go to––”
I shake my head. “We don’t need to get fancy. Let’s order in at my place and watch a movie or something.”
A grin spreads on his face. “You don’t want to eat at a nice restaurant? That’s the least you deserve.”
I scoff. “Thanks, Dilly. I want to chill. I want my protein shakes and to sit on my couch for a second.”
He nods. “You sure do love your routine.”
“I am a creature of habit.”
We walk to the exit, and he says, “Okay, I’ll follow you to your house and order you whatever you want.”
I smirk. “Be careful what you’re offering there. I could eat an entire cow.”
He looks down at my body and then back up. “I doubt you could eat half of a cow.”
“You’re underestimating me. Just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can’t pack it in.”
