“So, all I have to do is act like we’re on a date?” I repeat. “Yes, I know I have nothing to offer you, but that’s my ex. It’s a long story, and we’re completely over, trust me, but I’d really appreciate it since he basically thinks he invented the female orgasm.” “Pretty sure that was a guy named Rhode Tremblay,” I joke. Instead of laughing, Nina blinks those hazels like she doesn’t know my name. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. My name’s in the app, right?
