“you’ll date a Marty?”
“What’s wrong with Marty?”
“Marty? What is he doing, taking you back to the future at eight? You can’t see yourself with a Marty.”
“He was nice.”
Kai scrolled through the conversation between Marty and me. “He asked you if you liked tacos. That’s it.”
“And I do! We have something in common. That’s a good sign.”
“Everyone likes tacos. That’s not a reason to date someone. Besides, his name is Marty!”
“I think it’s cute.”
He shook his head and placed his hand against my shoulder. “Close your eyes fast.”
I did as he said, and he continued talking. “Now, pretend you are about to have sex with this guy.”
“This became R-rated quickly.”
“Holly. Imagine it. You’re in bed, and he slides into you—”
My thighs quivered ever so slightly from his words. I swear sweat was pooling at my temple as he continued. “And as he hits your favorite spot, you moan, ‘Oh, yes, Marty! Yes! Right there, Marty, Marty!’”
I burst out laughing and opened my eyes. “Okay, okay. No Marty.
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