“One last thing.” I grip the door a little tighter. The butterflies are back in full force. “Yeah?” “Whose abs are better—mine or SRK’s in ‘Dard-e-Disco’?” The unexpected question shocks a laugh out of me. I can’t even pretend to not find it funny. “Stop fishing for compliments,” I scold him. Because Dev’s abs are better. And that’s saying something.
