Pacey:I’m really here for the entertainment, but I can’t see how this could go wrong.
Penny:Do it, Halsey, or I’ll take this into my own hands and I don’t think you want that to happen. Talk to her about the dick piercings!
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“You seem a little stiff.Is everything okay?” I ask Halsey as we drive back to the apartment. He took longer with his treatment today, which was good for me because I got some things accomplished that I’ve put on hold.
And good news, he doesn’t have to use his crutches anymore, but Grace asked if I’d still drive him, just to be safe.
I didn’t have a problem with that at all.
“Yeah, everything is good,” he answers while rubbing his palms over his thighs.
“Are you sure? Because you’re not acting like your normal self. You seem nervous.”
“Nervous, heh . . . no, not nervous,” he says, looking out the window now. “What uh, what would my normal self be?”
“Well, you just finished training, therefore you’d normally tell me about how it went and talk about the boys and maybe something stupid Posey did or said. Of course, this is because I ask you, not because you initiate it. Even though you can hold a proper conversation, you’re more subdued and quieter than others.”
Jeez, I hope that didn’t sound too creepy. Two weeks with this guy and I already know him like the back of my hand.
“Just thinking about something,” he says.
“Care to share?”
From the corner of my eye I notice the tight set of his jaw, which only makes me more curious. What is going on in that head of his? It has to be good, whatever it is.
“Eh, you don’t want to hear about it.”
Little does he know.
“Actually, you have me incredibly intrigued. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
He shifts uncomfortably, his jittery motions making this so much more intriguing. Does it have to do with me? Maybe something I said? Maybe something that happened while he was getting his ankle worked on? Maybe . . . oooo, maybe there was a fan that he ran into and she’s obsessive and turned into a stalker and he saw her.
The imagination is running wild.
Finally, he clears his throat and says, “Uh . . . ever hear about”—he clears his throat again—“piercings on a guy’s . . . uh, penis?”
*Blinks*
Errr, what?
Well, that was not what I was expecting, not even in the slightest.
I’m actually so caught off guard that the corners of my lips twitch upward, a laugh wanting to escape my throat, because . . . penis piercings? That’s what has him all in a tizzy?
What the hell happened while he was icing his foot?
I thought maybe he was worrying over something that happened while he was doing his exercises, like . . . maybe he blasted a fart right in Grace’s face while she was stretching him. That would warrant the tight jaw and the uncomfortable shifting. But a dick piercing? Never in my wildest dreams would I have expected him to say that. ..which of course sends my brain into a tailspin.
Because Halsey Holmes is nervous about talking about penis piercings.
It’s so cute. So adorable. And so unmistakably hilarious.
Keeping my composure, I say, “Yes, I’ve heard of penis piercings. Why do you ask?”
I can visibly see him gulp. “The guys, they thought that I, uh . . . that I should, you know, get one.”
