avoid stirring it back to life. “Left or right?” “I’m a switch,” I reply instantly. Having been asked that question more times than I can count, the answer comes out on autopilot now. But he already knows that, so why— He stifles a laugh, and when I glance up, he motions toward the bed. “I meant for sleeping, not in the batter’s box, Hastings.”
SIR HAHAHA
