Under the spotlight of the whole room, I pulled the gift out of my purse and handed it over.
"You're kinda slacking in the stamina department, huh? Here—these'll get you back in the game!"
He took the box and read the label out loud without thinking—Male Enhancement Pills—which, honestly, I hadn't seen coming.
The whole place erupted in laughter.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to keep from smirking, patted his shoulder with the most sincere face I could muster, and said, "Your game's been slacking, man. Pop a few of these, they'll fix you right up!"
He pulled his hand back and let out this dry, humorless laugh, his voice tight with annoyance.
"My game's slacking? Who told you that, huh?"
He backed me right into a corner.
"Hit a nerve, did I?" I shot back, trying to get under
