Page 95 of Right Man, Right Time
“Please.” I press my hands together, begging him. “I’ll be super supportive.”
He glances away. “You really want to know?”
Growing excited, I say, “Yes, of course, and I promise, I won’t laugh.”
“Fine.” He exhales sharply. “Dear Diary, Ollie is really fucking annoying. Yours truly, Silas.”
When he looks my way, he smirks. I shove my foot at him, causing him to laugh. “You’re an ass. I really thought you were going to tell me what you would write in your diary.”
“Right now, that’s exactly what I would write.”
* * *
“Naked,”I say. “Always naked.”
“No fucking way.” He shakes his head at me.
“Yes fucking way. I love rolling in the snow, then jumping in the hot tub. The best part is when the snow gets all up in there and then melts away by the hot water. An absolute dream.”
“I don’t fucking believe you,” Silas says.
“That’s on you and your trust issues.”
“So you’re telling me, if I invited you over here for the first fallen snow, you’d go up to my rooftop, roll in the snow naked, and then hop in the hot tub?”
“Hold on.” I hold up my hand. “You have a hot tub?”
“Yes, on the roof.”
“Well, why the hell did you not tell me about this?” I ask.
“Because that’s my sanctuary. I don’t need some girl up there, naked in my hot tub.”
“Are you telling me that would be a travesty? Because you would be so lucky to see me naked in your hot tub.”
“I wouldn’t.”
I clutch at my chest. “You wound me, Silas . . . or should I say, Potato.”
“What did I say about that? Winnie is the only one who can call me that ridiculous name.”
“That’s not fair, though. I feel like I should have a nickname for you.”
“Why?” he asks.
“Well, you call me babe in front of people, so I should be able to call you something.”
“Okay, what do you want to call me that’s not Potato?”
I give it a second to think of something good, something rich and hilarious, but only one thing comes to mind for some stupid-ass reason.
“I’m going to call you fart face.”
“Over my dead body,” he roars.
“It’s a term of endearment,” I defend even though I’m chuckling.
“How is calling someone a flatulent gas cloud a term of endearment?”
