Funny Story

by Emily Henry

Miles snorts. “Smug little prick.” “He’s six four,” I say. “Smug giant douche,” he amends.

“I’ve got stuff to do, but if you hear from your ex, tell him I said …” He holds up his middle finger. “If you hear from yours, tell her thanks for the new boyfriend.”

I’d thought we were building something permanent together. Now I realize I’d just been slotting myself into his life, leaving me without my own.

Miles ducks his head to peer into my eyes,

He balks. “I smell?”

“I’ll clear my Saturdays,” he says. “I was kidding,” I say. He grins. “Not me.”