“You’re not asexual, Sam.” “Don’t judge me! You can’t tell me how to live my life! Let me spread my beautiful wings so I can fly.” “He’s not asexual,” Gary told Morgan. “He has wet dreams and moans dirty things about chest hair.” “That was one time.” Okay, more like six times. “More like six times,” Gary said, and I decided we seriously needed to set up some personal boundaries. “You vile betrayer.” “Ryan Foxheart naked while lying in a vat of fruit and cream,” Gary said. “Whoa,” I breathed, because whoa. Then I shook my head. “Dammit.” “It was way too easy,” Gary said.
