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“Guys don’t get butterflies,” Boon says then, and Posey looks up at him from her phone with a grin on her face. “We get semi-chubs.”
“Semi-chubs?” she asks, and of course, I’m intrigued.
“What are y’all talking about?” I ask with a grin.
Posey looks over at me. “This meme asks, ‘Do guys get butterflies for girls like girls do for them?’ I asked Boon, and he said no, he gets chubs.”
Aiden snorts. “Total chubs.”
Wes nods. “I don’t even get chubs. You gotta touch my cock for that.”
“Which is why you pay for sex,” Boon says, and that has everyone sputtering with laughter.
I shake my head. “This is insane. Surely guys feel more than just erections when they see a girl they like.”
Boon shakes his head. “No, semi-chubs. Our dicks do the talking. The heart is always second.”
“I’m never going to be able to teach this dance,” Claire says, sitting down, and I almost feel bad, but this is a discussion that needs our undivided attention. Wedding dance? No one even wants to do that, but chubs, everyone wants to talk about that.
“You only felt a chub for me?” Shelli asks Aiden, smacking him.
Aiden gives her a blank look. “Shelli, I kissed the shit out of you, and we banged all night. Yes, I got the chub first.”
We all laugh at that, and of course, this is a complete shitshow.
“Wait—” Posey starts to ask, but Boon stops her.
“Baby, I wanted you naked. I wish I could lie and tell you you gave me butterflies, but all I got is chubs.”
More laughter ensues, and when Amelia turns to Chandler, he grins. “I got the chub now.”
I can’t with these people. Suddenly, Claire decides she is just going to film the dance, which pisses Shelli off, and more arguing starts. It’s a mess but a fun mess. As I stand there, watching everyone argue about chubs and dances, I feel his gaze.
I look over, and he’s grinning at me. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I say, wanting so badly to touch him. “This is insane—”
“I feel a full chub with you.”
I press my lips together to hide my grin. “Full? Not semi?”
He shakes his head, grinning. “Nope, full. Always full when it comes to you.”
I smirk. “Well, for me, it’s a butterfly garden up in here.”
He moves a little closer to me and links his pinkie with mine. I look around to see if anyone notices, but then he says, “We’re good, Ally T.”
I bring my attention back to him, and I feel my heart thumping hard in my chest. “We are?”
“We are,” he says simply and so unequivocally.
They should be enough, his words, yet I’m scared he’s doing what he did with Jasmine for all those years. How do I know he isn’t just comfortable with me and doesn’t want to lose me?
Wait. Why am I thinking that? It’s Asher—I can ask.
“You’re not just saying that to keep me, are you?”
He squints in confusion. “That’s exactly why I’m saying it, to reassure you.”
