“Make yourself at home,” I murmur, motioning toward the bed he’s already sitting on. “Can I get you a snack? Or maybe a beverage to quench your thirst?” My sarcasm pulls his attention up to my face. “Would you rather me just stand there awkwardly like a fucking dumbass?” It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him it’s no better than sitting there awkwardly like a dumbass, but I manage to catch myself.
