“Hey, b***h. How’s the meat sandwich?”
“Mina…”
“Oh, that’s right,” she laughs, “You’re the meat in the middle of the sandwich. Lucky bitch.”
“Stop.”
“Am I making you blush? Take a picture and send it to me. Your blushes are epic.”
“Gee, thanks. No, I will not send a picture.” This reminds me too much of Bear’s panty rule. I cover a cheek with my palm, and yes, my skin is hot to the touch.
“Well? The dates?” she prompts when I don’t answer.
“They’re not dates.”
“The f**k buddy stuff, then.”
Fuck buddy. That’s exactly the word for me. “Carp,” I mutter.
“Carp?” Mina asks.
“I’m trying to swear less.”
“f**k that!”
“Mina… I have a question.” As soon as I say it, I regret it, but Mina will never let up until I ask. “Do these guys date? Long relationships?”
“No, not really. I asked m
