Page 73 of Just for the Plot

“I didn’t force you.”

He scoffs. “As if I was going to let you be alone after that look you had in your eyes. Nah, not what I do.”

“Because you’re a good guy. Your sister would be proud, although not sure how she’d feel about this.”

“I think she’d be grateful that I was taking care of you.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think she’d like that you’re taking care of me in your boxers.”

“Boxer briefs.”

I roll my eyes. “As if it matters.”

“It does. Boxer briefs are far more attractive than boxers. Boxers are…clunky. There is one guy on my team who wears them and every time I see him in them, I wonder if he’s okay.”

“Really? Who?”

He shakes his head. “Can’t tell you. That’s locker room confidentiality.”

“Oh, sure, so if I asked you who has the biggest penis on the team, you wouldn’t say that either.”

“That I can answer, because it’s me.”

I laugh…louder than what I think he was expecting, because in the moonlight, I can see the irritation in his brow.

“That’s what any guy would say.”

“Yeah, but I’m not just any guy, and I’m telling the truth.”

“Have you measured your penis next to others?”

“We have to,” he answers. “At the beginning of the season, we all line up naked and we measure dick size. It determines the batting order.”

I pause for a moment because I know nothing about baseball, absolutely nothing, but that doesn’t seem like it would be real.

“You’re lying.”

“How can you be sure?”

“I know,” I say, turning away from him and grabbing my phone. I shoot a text to Gabby.

Bower:For baseball, do all the guys measure the size of their dicks at the beginning of the season to determine the batting order?

“Texted your sister.”

He smirks. “I look forward to her answer.”

“As do I,” I say just as my phone buzzes.

Gabby:Where on earth did you hear that from? Your romance books? No, Bower, that’s not what they do. Dick size has nothing to do with earning your position in the lineup. Are you losing it?

I gasp as I turn the phone toward Bennett, who starts laughing.

I push at his chest. “Great, my friend thinks I’m losing it.”

“She thinks you’re losing it every day.”

He takes my phone from me, leans over, his bare chest pressing against me as he plugs my phone back in, and then lies back down, still facing me.