Page 104 of Clinically Bewitched
“Eight? Nine?”
“Fitz.”
“Ten?” Gabriel guessed.
I said nothing.
“OH MY GOD, IT WAS A TEN!” Nathan shouted.
“I didn’t say that!”
“You didn’t have to!” Fitz was laughing now. “Your face said it! Your face said, ‘It was a ten and I’m never going back!’”
“Multiple tens,” Quinton said quietly.
Everyone turned to stare at him.
“What?” Nathan said.
“Look at him,” Quinton said, gesturing at me. “That’s not the face of a man who had sex once. That’s the face of a man who had sex multiple times. Probably all night. Possibly into the morning.”
“QUINTON!” I said.
“Am I wrong?”
I said nothing.
“He’s not wrong,” Fitz said, studying me. “That’s definitely an ‘all night’ face.”
“How can you tell?” Gabriel asked.
“The eyes,” Hayden said clinically. “Slight redness. Mild dehydration. Classic signs of—”
“Can we PLEASE stop analyzing my sex life?”
“No,” they all said in unison.
“This is highly unprofessional.”
“You’re wearingsneakers,” Nathan said. “Professionalism went out the window.”
“And a Henley,” Gabriel added.
“And you’re seventeen minutes late,” Hayden said.
“And you’rehappy,” Fitz finished. “Which is the most unprofessional thing of all.”
I opened my mouth to argue.
Closed it.
Opened it again.
“Fine,” I said. “Yes. Things with Athena are... very good.”
“Very good,” Nathan repeated.
“Yes.”
