“Maybe. You felt pretty hard when I bumped into you this morning.” He snaps his head in my direction, making me realize what I just said. My face heats. I hope that my sunburn is enough to disguise my blush. “Oh God. That came out wrong.” I slap my hand over my face. “Solid. I meant that your body was solid when I touched you and … none of this is coming out right, is it?” I peek through my fingers to see that he’s laughing at me. He pulls my hand off my face. “You should stop while you’re ahead,” he says. “I don’t feel like I’m ahead.”
