“Maybe people just enjoy being close.”
“Did you?”
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
And that was enough to tell him all he needed to know.
“Yeah, you didn’t even get that out of it, did you.”
“I really don’t want to talk about this.”
“So let’s talk about me instead. You want to know about my amazing sex life? Last girl I hooked up with escaped out the bathroom window while I was waiting naked in bed.”
“What?Bullshit. Bull.Shit. Why would anyone do that toyou?” she gasped, only realizing at the last possible second what she’d just implied.
“Well, I’m flattered, Letty.”
“Hang on, I didn’t—”
“No really, it’s cool you think I’m worth sticking around for.”
“I don’t think you’re worth sticking around for. I misspoke.”
“Are you sure? Because thatbullshitsounded pretty insistent.”
“I meant that no one would do that to anybody. Not specifically you.”
“Okay, whatever you say.”
“It’s a weird thing to do, all right?”
“Especially to me. Handsome and wonderful Tate Sullivan.”
She wasn’t sure what was worse: his singsong tone or the gestures that accompanied it.
He actually ran his fingers through his hair—thenlickedhishandand ran it down over his body.
He was a perfect nightmare of unbelievable awesomeness.
“You can’t have been that handsome and wonderful if she ran out on you.”
“She ran out on me because I have a can of Pringles in my pants.”
“Well, what the hell were you doing keeping them there?”
“No, Letty. No, honey. NotliterallyPringles.”
There was a pregnant pause after that.
And when it gave birth…
Oh god, when she realized…
“Did you seriously just tell me that your dick is enormous?”
“That may possibly have been the gist of my point.”
