“And drink all the green shots.” “Only the green ones,” he emphasizes. “Right off my belly button.” He lets out a wanting breath. “Girl, hit me up already.” We’re both grinning, but my heart pangs. “Why does that sound like fan fiction?” “Because we’d both write it.” Isn’t that the truth. “Yours would be better written though,” he adds. “I’d read the fuck out of it too.” “You think we’ll ever get to live it?” He canvasses me, up-down. “You losing hope?”
