“Are you brave enough? It could get dicey.” “Oh, we’re doing that now? Playing Would You Rather?” “Would you rather eat a meal or help cook it?” It’s too dark to tell if she’s blushing, but I bet a few hundo that she is. I watch as her gaze flickers down my torso, to my feet, then back up to my face. “Have you seen this body Scarlett? This body is a temple-we don’t wear it down, we build it up.” I invite her to ogle, wishing she could see more of my body. “Have you ever had pot brownies?” She sounds so scandalized just asking the question that I chuckle. “I like to bake.” Scarlett stares straight ahead, pretending to be interested in the scenery, but I catch a glimpse of her smile when I call her brownies crack, see when she bites down on her lower lip. “Nah, I think they probably went home and screwed.” I palm another brownie from the container, stuffing it into my mouth. It was one of those limp-armed hits though, not a full-on slap, and he was terrified I’d hit him back.” Dude taps me on the shoulder and slaps me as I turn around.

“Landon’s boyfriend finds us out one night playing pool after Landon had told him he was lifting. Spending way too much time with the team, you know?” I pause for dramatic effect. “I was out with a few guys my freshman year, and I had this friend on the team who was gay, right? Well, we went out during orientation week, and he’d been seeing this guy-real theatrical type-who thought Landon was having an affair or cheating on him or whatever because he’d been practicing so much. It’s not a story I’ll likely ever forget. “Bet this is a good story.” She giggles, dancing alongside me, her black Chucks hopping on the pavement. Bitch-slapped by a dude, if you want to get technical.”

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