Page 71 of The Muse
“Hell no,” I say.
“I’ll send you a picture of me.”
“In a unitard?”
“In the bikini I’m trying on right now in the dressing room.”
I’ve never snapped a selfie so fast in my life. “Sent,” I say.
“Oh, just got it, let me look. Wait, it’s only the top half of your body.”
“That’s all you get. Now send me a pic.”
“I’m only sending the top half of my body.”
“That’s fine.” I laugh.
“Ugh. No. I’ll send the bottom half.”
“That works too.”
“Flynn. This isn’t fair. No picture for you. If you want to see my bikini, you’ll have to come to my apartment later, and I’ll show you.”
“When are your parents leaving?”
“They haven’t decided yet. But I’m sure after dinner tonight, they’ll go back to their hotel, and I’ll be at my apartment. You should come to dinner with us again.”
“I’m sure they’re here to see you, not me.”
“Stop. I want you to come.”
“I know you do, but we’re talking about dinner with your parents right now.”
“Oh my god, Flynn. You’re all talk. No action.”
“There’s a name for what I am,” I say. “But I don’t actually know what word I’m looking for because I’ve never used it. If someone said it, I’d recognize it.”
“That’s helpful,” she says.
“It makes me think of being cold, but it’s notshiver.”
“Chivalrous?”
“That’s it!”
June laughs. “You think not having sex with me is chivalrous?”
“I think your dad would think it is.”
“My dad took my mom’s virginity while she was in high school. He’s not an expert on chivalry. Did you call me just to say that you went to Pilates in a unitard? I’m fine with it. Just curious.”
“Nah, I’m just …”
“Just? Is something wrong?”
I sigh, leaning my head back. “This job. It’s so weird. And I’m kinda tired of not knowing what the deal is with Callie. So today, I flat-out asked her if she’s depressed and wants to kill herself.”
“Whoa … seriously?”
