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“Yeah.” Ollie nods.

“I can’t even check if the lids fit. They don’t give me the chance.” I sigh dejectedly again.

“What do you mean?” Ollie asks.

“One guy moved to another city after one date. The next one went to the restaurant bathroom and never came back. Another got a text and ran away without any explanation.”

Do I repel men? Maybe I’m boring, too oblivious of the norms of intimacy. I can’t quite catch those double entendres people exchange, and I don’t know how to flirt. Keeping a conversation with one person is hard for me.

Rami and the others are not saying anything, but I can see the level of anger and unhappiness on their faces.

“The last guy took me to his place to give me back my scarf, and it was nice…until the fire alarm went off. He’s not answering my texts now.”

“Mm,” Lori makes a pondering sound. “Were you playing tonsil tennis before the alarm?”

“Tennis?” Why is he talking about sports now?

“Kissing, Angel.”

Ohhhh.“A little.” My cheeks heat remembering the way Jonathan’s lips brushed over my mouth and his tongue met mine.

“Did he stroke the kitty?” Ollie purrs.

“Donut holes are sacrosanct,” Rami adds.

“Amen,” Michael agrees.

“I-I love donuts, but what does that have to do with kissing?” I’m confused again.

“So sweet.” Ollie smiles at me.

“People love him so much that if he slapped them in the face, they’d kiss that hand in gratitude.” Lori’s absurd statement makes my eyebrows lift.

“That’s just sick, but so very true,” Rami says. They are all looking at me with googly eyes now.

I shake my head. “Look, we barely kissed; he seemed…distracted.” Or maybeIwas the one thinking about someone else’s lips on me, sucking tenderly at first then roughly… Crap.

“Distracted? The arsehole must have had a full plate! Perhaps you were his Wednesday fuck,” Lori suggests.

“Wednesday?” Michael raises a blond eyebrow at him.

“Was it Tuesday? Monday? Choose a day of the week.”

“You mean a side fuck,” Michael states. Rami snorts.

“That happened to you?” Ollie asks Lori.

“Once. I made him payevery dayof the week.” His wicked smirk is kind of creepy.

“Side fuck or not, distracted is not good,” Michael tells me. “You need someone to go all feral on your ass. A possessive, obsessed, OTT stud who gives you a dose of dick to get by.”

“What the heck, Bones! My boyfriend is not even here, and I’m sporting a boner,” Lori grumbles.

“Gross! What are you, a teen hitting puberty?”

“It could be a random erection. It’s caused by fluctuations in hormones, such as testosterone, and is a sign of healthy sexual function.” It’s my turn to pat Lori’s hand to reassure him.

“Don’t know why, but the thought of random erections makes me even harder,” he lets me know.