“I fuckin’ love it. And I wouldn’t mind a cute date with you either,” I tease. “Please. I’d never go on a date with Darren,” Bryce balks. He whips his head to look at her, eyes tightened at the corners. “Do you have to sound so disgusted at the idea?” “As if you’re not equally as disgusted.” “I am. But at least I’m not making it obvious.” “People are going to think you’re into each other for real with how much you bicker,” I say, my first beer pressed against my lips.
