“Does he have a name? You’re awfully cute. If Nox named you something stupid I’ll be pissed on your behalf. Oh God, it’s Brutus or Octavius, isn’t it? He picked something stupid, I can tell.”
“So, what’s the lucky color?”
“What?”
“Of underwear.”
“Oh. Um . . . lavender.”
He seems briefly stumped. “Purple?”
“Kind of, yeah.” I forgot that most men can’t name more than five colors. “A little lighter. Between purple and pink. Pastel-like.”
He nods slowly, like he’s trying to picture it. “Cute,” he says, and his tone is as simple and straightforward as it’s been in the last few minutes.
She rolls her eyes, clearly not entertained by me. “You letting your friends borrow your room for sex isn’t cute.”
Ah, so she’s a real goody two shoes.
“Sex? Oh, heavens no. They told me they would be holding a slightly rowdy book club meeting in there for the better part of an hour.”
She glares at me, definitely not amused by my sarcasm.
“Ah. So that’s what this is about,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest. “You have something against sex.”
“Of course not! I’ve had sex,” she says, her eyes widening as the words tumble out of her mouth. “It’s fine—”
That is the biggest lie I’ve heard all year, and I’m practically surrounded by people who sugarcoat the fact that I’m dying.
I laugh. “ ‘Fine’ isn’t exactly a ringing endorsement, but I’ll take common ground where I can get it.”
Her thick eyebrows form a frown. “We have nothing in common.”
I wink, having way too much fun pissing her off. “Cold. I like it.”
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