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Sometimes—but only sometimes—being well-endowed was not an asset.
“How many guys have you dated because they reminded you of Cole?” “Ugh. Too many.” I shoved more popcorn in my mouth. “And they always turned out to be jerks.”
“I wish you’d come in and say all that to my mother. She thinks I’m still single because I’m too picky or not making enough effort. Like my soul mate is right up there on the high shelf, but I’m not willing to use the ladder.”
But it was too late—in an instant my mouth was on hers. If there were words of protest on her lips, I didn’t want to hear them. If making out with her in the kitchen was the worst idea I’d ever had, I didn’t want to know it. If I was going to be sorry on the other side of this kiss, I didn’t fucking care. I wanted this. I needed this. I needed her.
“Right. I walked you home that night so you wouldn’t fall.” I giggled. “I fell years ago.”
“Well, I’m not sure we’ll save any turtles by showering together, but I think it could be fun.”
“It’s not silly. I want to know,” she said, setting her slice of pizza down again. “Because it has to be the kind of love that’s real, not the kind that wears the fancy costume. Because that kind fades away, and she doesn’t want that.”
