I ordered chicken fingers, and Matty glanced up when it was his turn. “Double bacon burger with?—”
“Extra bacon and fry sauce,” I finished without thinking.
He looked at me curiously, like he was trying to figure out how I knew that. Heat crawled up my neck.
Natalie leaned forward before I could try to explain myself, clapping her hands once as Mildred walked away. “Okay! Now that we’ve all confessed our deep emotional truths through food orders, tell us everything.”
It took a second to process her words because I was still freaking out about what I’d just done. Matty’s gaze was digging into the side of my head, and I could only imagine what he was thinking. “Everything?”
“Everything, everything,” she confirmed. “Favorite color. Least favorite condiment. Hobbies. Aspirations. Yourmysterious aura. Why you look like a FiFi. What you like to do when?—”
“Don’t forget she’s mine,” Matty interrupted, a serious look on his face. “You’re going to find out how perfect she is with all these questions. And I don’t want you to forget that.”
“Possessive much?” Natalie murmured, though the corners of her mouth tilted up.
“It’s a No Drama Llama thing,” Jace commented helpfully, tapping on the bandaged tattoo on his arm that Matty had told me about.
The banter skittered across my skin like champagne bubbles, but it was hard to concentrate. Matty was going to kill me if he kept saying all these sweet things.
But maybe that meant he’d forgotten about my bacon and fry sauce mistake.
Jace drummed his fingers on the table, eyes gleaming with the kind of warning that meant nothing good. “Serious question,” he announced. “Do you guys know the difference between ooh and ahh?”
Riley groaned. “No.”
Parker pinched the bridge of his nose like he felt a migraine approaching. “Please don’t.”
Jace’s grin sharpened. “About three inches.”
Everyone groaned almost in unison.
“Or in Matty’s case, about two inches,” Jace added as an afterthought.
Matty’s snarl was immediate, his cheeks going red as he cut a glare across the table and then glanced down at me, a little panic in his gaze. “That wasn’t a scientific experiment. The results weren’t accurate. And it was only a quarter of an inch.”
“I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” I said, amused. “But if we’re talking about dicks, I think yours is perfect.”
The table went dead silent.
Even Jace blinked.
“Oh my gosh,” I whispered, wanting to crawl under the table.
And then—chaos. Natalie folded over her forearms, wheezing with laughter. Riley coughed and made a choking sound. Parker’s shoulders were shaking. Even Jace lost it, laughing so hard he knocked into the ketchup bottle.
Matty just stared for a second, then his mouth curved into the brightest smile I’d ever seen. His beam that followed could’ve powered the whole diner.
I’d embarrass myself every day if it made him look like that.
Mildred returned with drinks. Natalie took an extravagant slurp of her very regular lemonade and declared it life-changing. Jace tried to steal my water, and Matty slapped his hand away without looking.
“Mildred, darling. Why did Cinderella get kicked off the football team?”
“No—” Riley started, too late.
“Because she kept running away from the ball,” Jace finished, looking insufferably pleased with himself.
Mildred chuckled, shaking her head as she walked away, and Parker glared at Jace as if he could banish him from the planet by thought alone.
