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“If we have to do this, I could settle for a Christmas coat rack instead of a tree. Or a lamp post. Oh! I know! I want a Christmas stoplight. Steal me a Christmas stoplight, Trevor.”
“Those things are heavy.”
“Because you’re old, I shall not make any comments about your physical abilities.”
I growl.
She laughs. “Too easy.”
“And now I see why Jude didn’t want you living withhim.”
“Oooh, snap. Nice one. Even though I couldn’t nanny for the quadzeuslets from Australia and you know it.” She snags the bag of gummy bears before I can reach in for another handful and props them on her opposite knee, out of my reach. “What else do you have? C’mon. Zing me.”
Nothing.
I have nothing, because I don’t like being that asshole.
Usually, I avoid people when I feel my asshole showing.
“Aww, you can do it, Mr. Terrible Taste in Bathroom Wallpaper. Surely, you havesomekind of insult you can fling at me.”
“I don’t have wallpaper in my bathrooms.”
“Exactly.”
She sounds extremely pleased with herself.
“At least I have more than one color in my wardrobe,” I say.
She laughs. “Okay, Mr. Shades of Gray.”
“I amnotall—fuck.”
She’s right.
I have every shade of gray between white and black.
Even my Fireballs shirts are white, gray, or black with the logo stitched on as the only burst of color.
And she’s not in her usual red tonight. And even when she wears a red shirt, she’ll pair it with black or white pants, or she’ll accentuate with gold or silver, and why do I know so much about her wardrobe when I feel like I’ve barely seen her since she moved in a few weeks ago?
Because you’re only pretending you don’t see her, and we’re getting fucking tired of it, my dick answers for me.
“Shut up and give me more gummy bears,” I order. I’m talking to Meg, but I might as well be talking to my dick too.
Meg’s still laughing as she holds the bag where I can reach it. “I don’t understand your fascination with gummy bears when M&Ms are clearly the superior candy.”
I pull over. “That’s it. Get out.”
She cracks up again.
“Totally serious. Get out. This is it.”
“Over M&Ms?”
“No. There’s your tree.”
I point.
