“Hey,” he whispers. “I’m—” “No.” His jaw drops, and his teammates—and Debbie—snicker. “What? But I—” “I can tell that word’s hard for you to comprehend, isn’t it? See, I said no, but I worry that what you heard was ‘please keep talking to me’.” My smile is every ounce as patronizing as it is soft as I touch two fingers to Carter’s chin, gently closing his mouth. “For clarity, fuck no, fuckboy.”
