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“Oh, sorry,” Patrick says hastily. “I mean, are you kidding me? No f-bomb.” “Since when do I give a fuck about your language?” Coach says. “I care about the interruption. Shut up.” He jabs a finger at Patrick, who instantly shuts up.
“You know, I think I like this Ryder. I had no idea you were so quirky.” “I am not quirky,” he growls. “Then why are we celebrating your love of apples?” He thrusts the bouquet at me. “Just take the fucking things.”
“Oh my God. Would you stop?” “—then we’re talking two condoms at once, three or four rounds. That means you could hypothetically go through six to eight condoms per night. Damn. We’re knocking that whole box out in less than a week.” Gigi sighs and looks my way. “Is he always like this?” “Pretty much,” I confirm.
“But you’re more humble than I expected. You rarely brag about yourself, only when you’re joking. Every time someone compliments you, you look pleasantly surprised, like it’s the first time you’ve ever been complimented. And you always respond with gratitude.”
“My hand is on your thigh,” I tell him. “I noticed.”
“Got it. So, what’s the next move, rebel?” he asks with uncharacteristic playfulness. “Ask me if you can kiss me.” His eyes grow heavy-lidded. “Can I kiss you?” “No,” I reply. “I’m not interested.” He barks out a laugh.
She’s just moved the shower curtain aside to expose Will Larsen hiding in the bathtub, fully clothed.
“So you two are secret friends?” Gigi sounds increasingly baffled.
She tugs on it, and I follow her instinctively. I’m so crazy gone for this woman that not following her isn’t even an option.
“You know you could go watch with them, right?” I blanch. “Oh, God, please don’t send me out there.”
“Ungrateful little shit. I give you all my talent, and what do you do with it? You sing songs.” “Hey, that’s my talent,” Hannah says. He’s quickly shamefaced. “Sorry, Wellsy. Your talent is way better than mine. Hands down.”
“Sneak in when everyone’s asleep?” “Absolutely not.” “Come on.” “I already told you, I’m not touching you under your father’s roof.
“You should be prepared,” Owen eventually says, glancing over to grin at me. “For what?” “You’re gonna marry that girl.”
“Nobody likes failure, G. But I maintain that this isn’t failure. This is just one moment in time.”
Hannah yanks him back to his seat. “Garrett, sit down. I didn’t bring your fake beard and glasses.”
“Would you want to be eaten if it means having your freedom?”
