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“I’m really sorry that my need for an emotional connection and lack of sex was inconvenient for you. But guess what? It’s not so great for me either.”
Richie: Pandas are so dumb, they’re carnivorous but eat plants. Because … plants are right there. Einstein: That sounds more lazy than dumb. Richie: When Sloths climb trees, they sometimes think their own limb is a branch and fall to their death. Einstein: LMAO! Oh wait, I mean … I shouldn’t laugh at that, right? Richie: Turkeys drown by staring up at the sky when it’s raining. Einstein: And we have a winner.
Ace Valentine’s Day cards. They should be a thing. I like you a lot, I think you’re hot, but I don’t want you near my spot.
Zach has half the hockey team chasing after him to make sure he’s okay, and who do I have? I don’t need to check behind me to know the answer to that question.
“I need to go home,” I blurt. Cohen stands. “I think that’s a good idea. I’ll help you. Did you drive here?” I shake my head. “Boobered.” “Boobered?” “Yeah, you know. Boobered. Why can’t I say Boobered right?” “I’m guessing you mean Ubered?”
And now that I’m ninety-nine percent sure it’s him, I’m going to be so fucking disappointed if it isn’t. Because Cohen? Oh, yeah, the attraction’s there.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. “I’m not … I mean … I’m not what you’re used to.” “Isn’t that the point here?” I step into his space and lift his chin with a crooked finger. “You’re hot. I find your body sexy.” I run my hand down his chest and lower my head to kiss along his shoulder. “Not because it’s a novelty to be with a guy, but because you’re you. You’re my Einstein.”
“Please do. My boyfriend is a possessive motherfucker. He’ll tear it right off.”
“I don’t think you know how childbirth works.” “Maybe I’ll knock up Jacobs and see firsthand.” I cringe. “I don’t think you know how biology works either.” “Biology? That sounds like a challenge to try harder to me.”
Beck’s voice follows me. “What happens in Montreal, stays in Montreal.” I glance back at him just in time to see him point at me. “Except STDs. So don’t forget to wrap your shit.”
“You’re my Einstein. That trumps friendship. Any day.”
“I’m a nudist!” I blurt. They both look confused. “I’m trying to recruit Seth into my cult. That’s why I’m naked.”
“So, I have some slightly disturbing news,” I say. “You do?” I nod. “I think I’m kind of dating everyone I’ve ever slept with? And, we didn’t break up. So, I’ve cheated on all of them with you. A lot.”
“Who’ll be the goal and who’ll be the puck?” “Thanks for that analogy. I’ll never see scoring on the ice the same way again.”
Foster kicks my foot under the table. “Just curious. Did you realize that when you started dating Cohen, you were inheriting a whole hockey team?” “What do you mean?” His grin is too smug. “They’re yours now. Good luck, big brother.”
“Eh. I’ll still love you anyway.” Seth lets out a little gasp, and my eyes widen. That didn’t just fall out of my mouth, did it? Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. “You’ll what?” Seth’s lips curve upward. “I’ll still … uh, like you? Very much. Yes. That.” His smile only widens. “You love me?” I swallow the large lump in my throat. “Umm, no?” He cocks an eyebrow, and his lips press together. “Yes?” “You sound confused.”
“Sometimes I come out with super smart and insightful things.” Seth smiles. “Other times you ask where your phone is when it’s in your hand.” “Damn straight.”
