"Could he actually pick you up?"
"Guys—"
"Because you mentioned the picking up thing like seventeen times?—"
"I did not mention it seventeen times!"
"You absolutely did," Elliot says from the corner, making everyone jump.
"Jesus Christ!" Max clutches his chest. "How are you so quiet? You're like a fucking ghost!"
Elliot shrinks back into his corner chair, looking embarrassed. "Sorry. I'll... make more noise next time?"
"Please try," Leo laughs. "One day you're gonna give Max a heart attack and then who'll make sure we eat vegetables?"
"I'm telling you," I say, desperate to change the subject from my sex life, but I can't seem to stop, "he was just... there. Against the wall. And his hands are so big, and he just lifted me like I weighed nothing?—"
"Like, you don't understand, his hands are fucking massive. Could probably palm a basketball. Did palm my entire— And when he lifted me? Just..." I make a whooshing gesture. "Up. Like I'm made of fucking air. Not even breathing hard while I'm trying not to die because his biceps are right there and flexing and?—"
My voice is getting higher. I can't stop talking.OMG, stop talking!My mouth keeps spewing way too much information.
"And the sounds he makes. These little growls when I touch him right, like he's trying to hold back but can't? Fucking hell. Like touching a live wire, but better because it's warm and solid and… And he's so careful with all that strength? Like he could easily bench press me, but instead, he's holding me like I'm special… but also exactly rough enough when I asked and?—"
"The wall was cold, but he was so hot I thought I'd combust. Pressed right up against— everywhere, okay? Everywhere. And his thighs are like tree trunks, I swear to god, the muscle definition when he braced to hold me up..."
I'm gesturing wildly now, face getting hot.
"And when he— fuck, the way he looks at you? Like you're the only thing in the entire universe? While doing things with his tongue that should be illegal in at least forty states. Maybe all fifty. Definitely Canada and Mexico too. International tongue crimes?—"
"Eighteen times!” Luca shouts, marking a tally on his laptop.
I freeze mid-gesture. Everyone's staring at me. My face goes nuclear.
Oh god. Did I just? Say all that. Out loud.
"International tongue crimes?" Leo asks, barely containing laughter.
"I hate all of you."
My phone won't stop buzzing.
Sophia
Did you meet someone?
Gabi
Is that why you're skipping dinners?
Me
I'm STUDYING
Gabi
Sure, studying is what it's called
"Okay, but seriously," JP waves his presentation again. "We need to talk about systematic approaches to social interaction. According to my research?—"
