“If you get your Italian hoagie un-toasted, we won’t be anything to each other, Hale.” I’m grinning now. “It would turn you off that much?” “Complete turn off.” “What if I crawled into your bed naked? You still wouldn’t sleep with me?” He’s shaking his head. “Nope.” I can’t stop smiling. “What if we’re the last two people in the entire galaxy? The survival of our respective species would depend on it.” He makes a face. “Nah.” He’s struggling not to grin now. “I can’t fuck a Toasted Hoagie Hater.”
