I nod. “Tomorrow night?” Jacobs snorts. “Depends on how much you piss me off tomorrow.” I pause. “Wait, I don’t know what that means. With normal people, I’d assume it means not to piss you off, but as we’ve established you like it when I make you mad. So …” He throws one of his pillows at me, but I duck out of the way. “See, I’m so confused. Is that flirting or telling me to go away?” He glares at me. “Okay, that’s more straightforward.” I make my way to the door,
