“You need goofy in your life.” “Because I’m so serious?” I say it lightly. He’s not telling me anything I haven’t heard before or thought of myself. “You can be, and someone has to brave that death glare of yours to remind you how fun it is to let go.” “I suppose you’re the brave someone in this scenario?” “Of course. Sir Ryland, the noble sex knight. Able to tame the savage Brenna beast one orgasm at a time.” “That is painfully bad.” His eyes twinkle with good cheer. “And yet you’re laughing.” “Yeah, at you.” “Good enough. Face it, Bren. You need me.”
