Page 51 of Revenge Puck

“Or,” she continues, “maybe he’s finally ready for a responsible womb to put his baby in.”

“Oh my god.” I laugh, covering my face so she can’t see me blushing. “Stop it.”

My best friend laughs, too. “You’re totally imagining him impregnating you right now, aren’t you? Admit it!”

I am.

But I won’t ever admit it.

“Did he kiss you at the end of the date?”

“No.”

Blaire hums. “Hmm. I wonder why?”

“He barely touched me all night except when he was feeding me.” I recount how I accidentally put my hand on his thigh and he jumped half a mile into the air.

“Did he eat garlic? Onion? Onion rings?”

I think back to our meal. “Yes?”

She slaps her leg and cackles. “There you go, that’s the reason! Bad breath.”

“Uhh, that’s a bit of a stretch.”

“I’m telling you, he didn’t want to put his mouth on you because he stank. Chivalry is not dead after all.” Her chin is notched with an air of authority.

I roll my eyes and continue washing my face. “Whatever you say.”

“I do say.” She pauses. “I wouldn’t let a man near me if I had garlic breath. Girl, that shit makes me smell for days.”

Yeah, same.

“Anyway. My point is, he’s going to text you—he wouldn’t have bothered otherwise.”

“Want to make a bet?” I love the cheap thrill a bet brings.

“Obviously. What are the stakes?”

“If he doesn’t text—and I don’t think he will—I have to go back on the dating apps and swipe on at least ten new dudes.”

Blaire scoffs. “That is so lame. You’re probably going to be swiping later anyway.”

I shake my head. “Nope. I haven’t swiped in at least two months. Not since I matched with Preston.”

“Do not mention thatloser…”

I giggle at her disgusted tone.

“And if he does text you? What do I win?”

Garrett’s face pops into my mind. “I’ll set you up on a date with one of Aaron’s teammates.”

She sits up straight, glaring into the phone. “You could have done that at any point these last two years. What the hell!”

I laugh. “I know, but I’ll be more confident about it now—I won’tjustbe Declan’s annoying younger sister.”

“You’re not annoying,” she corrects, then sighs dramatically. “All this time I could have been a WAG, getting spray tans and veneers and wearing blinged out jerseys in the box suites? You’ve been holding out…”