“Remember yesterday I said I’m not a tit man? I’m not, but I can’t stop thinking about yours.” Shaking my head as I look off at the street to avoid looking at him, I say, “That’s… I honestly don’t even know how to respond to that.” “I suggest lifting your shirt and giving me a peek,” he offers. “Suggestion denied.” He shrugs. “It was worth a shot. So, dinner.”
