“What’s going on, Casanova?” she asked quietly. “You look like someone just kicked your dog. I’d have thought you’d be all smug and glowing and shit.” The corner of my lips tilted as amusement replaced my indecision. Tris was worth losing the Game for…wasn’t she? “Glowing? We had great sex, Tris, I’m not pregnant.” She scoffed. “Yeah well you look like I just shut your nuts in a car door, so what gives? And for the record, that was more than just great sex, so don’t even pretend you’ve had better.”
