You literally need a helmet and a harness just to climb into bed.” “Which definitely solves the hooking‑up problem,” he says. “Don’t sound so certain. Some people are into that kind of thing.” He looks, briefly, stumped. Then he bites down on his lip, his shoulders shaking so hard he appears in danger of falling over. His voice is saturated with amusement when he slides forward again. Tilts his head at me. “Wow. I never pegged you as the type.” “Shut up,” I grumble. “I was just making a point.” “So was I.” “Your point isn’t convincing enough,”
