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I shook my head. “Not with her, I don’t.”
Feely grinned back at me. “And that’s a problem because?”
“Because I haven’t, I mean we haven’t, and I don’t…ugh!” Groaning in pain, I dropped my head in my hands once more. “It’s like the more I try to be respectful, the more she encourages menotto.”
Feely snorted. “Talk about first-world problems.”
My head snapped up. “Excuse me?”
“You are sickening, do you know that?”
“How?”
“Can you hear yourself right now?” he asked, looking thoroughly amused. “You’re practically in tears because your girlfriendwantsyou. That’s a top 1 percent problem, Hugh.” Chuckling, he added, “Have you any idea how the other 99 percent of lads struggle?”
“Says the fella sticking his dick in anything with a pulse since his fifteenth birthday.”
“Hey! I never said I was part of the 99 percent, asshole,” he shot back with a laugh. “Besides, someone has to fly the solo flag.”
“Yeah, and you do more than enough flag waving for the rest of us,” I grumbled, giving him the side-eye.
Feely shrugged unapologetically. “It’s my hands.” He raised one for emphasis and wiggled his fingers. “Guitar fingers, lad.”
“Get that thing out of my face before I puke on you,” I warned, slapping his hand away.
“I’m so glad I don’t live at Avoca Greystones,” he mused thoughtfully, scratching his jaw. “There’s clearly something in the water that makes lads lose their heads. I mean, Gibs can act the player as much as he wants, but we both saw him rocking in a corner from the sheer height of guilt over shifting Bernadette Brady at the disco last year. At least you had the balls to put a label on you and Liz—even if you’re too pussy tobea real boyfriend to her.”
“I beg your fucking pardon!” I spluttered, feeling extremely offended. “I’ll have you know that I’m a damn good boyfriend.”
“Have you felt her tits yet?”
“Yes.”
“Under her bra?”
I opened my mouth to respond but nothing came out.
Feely laughed. “Thought not.”
“How does feeling her tits make me a better boyfriend?”
“Because if you touch her tits, you might actually make her feel good,” he replied drolly.
“I always make her feel good.”
“Sexually, Hugh.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I can make her feel good sexually.”
“Not by holding her hand, you can’t,” he laughed.
“Like you’re an expert on the matter.”
“Oh, you want an expert?” Grinning, he stretched up in his seat and called out, “Cap, come over here a sec, will ya?”
“Are youmental?” I strangled out. “I’m not talking to him about this.”
“You don’t have to,” he replied. “I’ll do the talking.”
