“Nothing happened.” To Rowan, I whisper, “Nothing happened, right?” “Her tits threw themselves at me, and she told me my chest felt like a chinchilla.” “I said that out loud?” “Mumbled it,” he says, awkwardly patting me on the back. “What a . . . thrilling night,” Dakota says, still looking confused. “So is this . . .” She wags her finger between us. “A thing?” “What? No.” I shake my head. “Nope. No . . . no.” “If you didn’t get that, it’s a solid no,” Rowan chimes in.
