Carter skates by me with an irritatingly smug smirk and an even smugger wink. “You look like you wanna have my babies.” “Psssh.” I scoff, waving him off. “Is that a hell-yes scoff?” “It’s a your-baby-would-absolutely-destroy-my-vagina scoff.” “Hm. Sounds like a hell-fucking-yes to me.” Hell. Fucking. Yes.
