“Oh, fuck.” His hands go to the sides of his face, eyes wide, a little horrified. “I think…am I…?” “Dating the female version of Carter?” Adam winks at me. “Yup.” “Don’t insult me like that,” I say. Carter scoffs. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “It means you treat your body like Christians do the body of Christ at mass. Everybody gets a taste as long as they worship at your feet.” Carter thinks for a moment, then grins, leaning back in his chair. “You’re right, Care. I am a god to some women.”
