“Want to know a secret?”
“Sure.”
“I’d supplement the soup diet with Skittles.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
“Want to know another secret?”
“Hit me with it.”
“I like my curves and my tits too.”
He coughs. “Body positivity, for the win.”
“You’re the best.”
“Not particularly.”
“Sure you are. It’s not like I’d fit in there anyway. They think Berdyaev is a leather brand and?—”
He snickers and it’s so soft and comforting that I close my eyes in delight.
“Denny?”
“Yep.”
“You broke off mid-sentence.”
Oops.You laughed and I orgasmed. That’s his fault, not mine. Huh. I haven’t thought that about Zach in a looooooong time. What’s the point? When you’re the ugly kid who’s besties with the cool squad, there’s no point. That’s how many points there are.
“They cut me off.”
“Who did? Those bitches? I’ll fucking?—”
“Noooo, the bar, well, Freya did. She says I’m too drunk and literally made me call you.”
Though, I did like him getting all growly and defensive on my behalf.Yummeeeeeeeeeee.
“Freya works at that bar next to Dopie's, right?”
“She does! That one you’re barred from after?—”
“I remember, D!”
“—you smashed the stool over Harold Rogers’s head.”
“You’ll never let me live that down, will you?”
“Nope!”
“I only did it because he thought you were a server!”
“You can’t go around beating…” I pause. Blink. “You can’tkeep onbeating people up who are mean to me, Zach.”
“Sure I can.”
“You’ll get arrested.”
