Page 129 of I Heart Mason Cartwright
Mason
Zachand I huddle in the back seat. I stick my hands in my armpits to keep them warm and hold the blanket up over me by tucking it under my chin.
“When did it get so fucking cold?” Zach asks.
“I don’t know. Maybe you should go ask for another blanket.”
“Maybe you should.”
“She doesn’t want to see me, dude. She left me, remember?”
“She used the wordfuck, remember?”
“How do I fix this, Zach?”
“I don’t know, man. I especially don’t know when I’m cold and coming down off a tequila high.”
“Why did we drink so much?” I ask.
“I blame you,” he says.
“Me? You’re the one who brought the tequila into the living room. With the limes and shot glasses and shit.”
“Yeah, but you’re the one who got dumped. Necessitating the tequila.”
He has a point.
Fuck.
“Maybe you should go apologize,” Zach suggests.
“Do you think it will work?”
“No, but it would give me more blanket.”
“Asshole.”
“But I’d be a warm asshole.”
“Okay, what do they say to do in the tundra? You know, to stay warm and alive.”
“Get naked.”
I scoff. “Can you imagine how much trouble I’d be in with Willow if she thought I was cheating on her with you?”
Zach laughs. “You? What about me? I’d be the one who betrayed her by seducing her fiancé.”
“Maybe I would have seduced you,” I say.
“Not a chance,” Zach says.
“I’ve got moves.”
“Not gay moves.”
“Gay moves are different?”
“So different.”
