snort. “Are bro-jobs really a thing?” “Absolutely,” he tells me, shrugging. “Men experiment just as much as women do, especially in college. I’m surprised you didn’t.” “No one really caught my eye before.” “Before?” Suddenly he’s leaning closer. “Before who, Noah?” There’s enough tequila burning through my system to make me tell the truth. I’m not drunk, but apparently I’m honest. “You. Before you.”
