“Just speak,” I say with annoyance.
“I think my silence speaks volumes about knowing how you’re hung up on a girl who didn’t even give you her phone number.”
I squint at him, my irritation now visible on my face. “I passed out right after sex and left the next morning before she woke up. There was no time to get her phone number.”
He chuckles and shakes his head.
“What?” I demand.
“Not your finest moment, was it?” he says, poking my shoulder. “Sneaking around so that you don’t get caught with your pants down, literally.”
Our order is placed before us, and we pick it up and start walking toward an empty table. “Do you have a small dick or something?” he asks as we sit down.
“What? Why would you ask that? Better yet, why would you assume that?”
He shrugs and brings the sandwich up to his mouth. After taking a bite, he says, “Because you barely use it.”
I snort and open my bag of chips. The smell of vinegar reaches my nose, making my mouth instantly water. “You know I’m not like that. I don’t have senseless sex.”
“Except the other night,” he points out. His finger jabs in my direction.
“It wasn’t senseless,” I growl.
He frowns, studying me. “You act like you’re in love.”
I wave him off after popping a chip in my mouth. “Not in love. I’m not an idiot.”
“But you can’t get over the girl. God, you’re like a chick.”
Shaking my head, I mumble, “I don’t know why I hang out with you.”
He grins around a mouthful of food. “You’d be lost without me. I bring joy to your life. Admit it.”
I close my eyes and fight the urge to groan, but he isn’t wrong. He has a certain quality about him that makes life a little more fun. Especially at a grueling university and a heavy homework load.
“Come on. Admit it.”
Pinching the bridge of my nose, I growl, “Fine. You’re fun. Happy?”
Settling into his chair, he takes a huge bite of his sandwich. “Yep.”
I open my eyes and drop my hand back down the table with a thump. “You just wait. Someday, you’ll be chasing after a girl.”
He wrinkles his nose. “Hopefully, I’ll have her number if I do.”
“You’re never going to let that drop, are you?”
He smirks. “Never.”
I curse under my breath and look away. Hearing a familiar laugh, I look in the direction of the sound and spot Ivy, Dustin’s girl. She’s popping a tortilla chip into her mouth. “Ivy’s here.”
Without swiveling, Jacob asks, “Dustin too?”
I shake my head.
“I’m surprised she’s not sitting with us.”
Lifting a brow in his direction, I say, “Because you tease her endlessly. You flirt, and not only does it make her uncomfortable; it pisses off Dustin. I wouldn’t sit with you either.”
