Page 92 of Breaking the Rules
She shoots me areallylook. "You can still tell when a guy is hot. And Collin… he's cute. But he's not on Ryan's tier." She leans back in her seat. Smooths her dress over her legs. "What was your sex life like?"
"What?"
"What were you getting out of it?"
"Do I need to explain the mechanics?"
"Yeah, you came, sure. You can come by your hand."
"It's better—"
"Is that really all it is? You were treating women like your own personal fleshlights. Because if so, you're a fucking asshole."
I am an asshole. But that's not it. "Sex was a distraction."
"From…"
"Dealing with my shit."
She unzips her purse. Pulls out her red lipstick. Applies another coat. "That suits you."
"Does it?"
"Yeah. You're like… You're trying to be more miserable than Matt." She references theDaredevilprotagonist who…
He is a miserable motherfucker. But he's got a sense of humor. And he sure as hell enjoys beating people up.
"But, like, instead of getting your rocks off with violence, you do it with sex. Which is probably healthier," she says.
"Score one for me."
"He has magic powers, so…"
"So we'll give him one for those."
She laughs. "Are you two competing?"
"You're the one comparing us."
"I guess so."
"How do I stack up?"
Her eyes find mine. "Really?"
"You won't hurt my feelings if you like him better."
"Well, you're both incredibly annoying."
"That means a lot."
"Hypocrites. He's always telling his friends to stay out of things even though he's out there kicking ass."
"True."
"Whereas you're all 'never touch a man,' even as you're making plans to fuck Carpe Diem." Jealousy seeps into her voice. She clears her throat. Smooths her dress. "And, um, well, I guess you're taller."
"Another one for me."
