“Maddy, you are such a slob," Wesley says. “You still have sauce—" Wesley leans over and licks the corner of my lips. The sensation drives me crazy, and I can't figure out a proper way to express myself quick enough. Therefore, I snort into a giggle fit.
“What the hell, man? She's your sister. Why are you licking her face? You two are into sick shit, aren't you? I've heard about people like you."
“What do you mean?" I ask, tweaking my face to portray a sense of confusion.
“You two screw, don't you?" Nick asks.
Wesley and I glance at each other. His eyes are on the verge of tearing up as he struggles against assumable laughter. “Only once, but it didn't count. We were drunk, and I sort of fell asleep."
“That's it. This date is over," Nick says, throwing his napkin down onto the table.
“Well, I don't want to cheat you out of your money," I say, trying to sound innocent and sincere.
“Keep the money. Just, don't come near me again."
“But I thought we had plans to make chocolate bananas together tonight," I call after him as he's charging through the restaurant.
“Chocolate bananas?" Wesley asks me with a raised brow.
“I need a drink."
Making chocolate bananas with any guy could be the worst way to end a night.
