Page 59 of Rule 2: Never Join a Christmas Dating Show
“You talking about me, Jason?” I ask.
“I have a massage to get to.” Jason brushes past me.
The door shuts behind him. I look at Troy, look at Finn, look at Noah, look at Dmitri. “What did he mean?”
“It’s not important,” Finn says quickly. “Want to spot me?”
“And take away Noah’s favorite gym activity?” I grin. “No way. I’m Mr. Right, not Mr. Monster.”
“Hey. I don’t just like spotting Finn!” Noah exclaims.
“Yeah, but you really like it,” I say.
“It’s like a porno in here when you do that,” Troy says.
“Well, not the kind of porn you watch,” Noah says.
Troy turns away, and for a moment, my eyebrows furrow.
“No one actually watches porn,” I say.
Everyone stares at me.
“No one?” Dmitri asks, eyebrow raised, lip smirked.
“Yeah. They just say people watch it to sell subscriptions or whatever.”
The guys exchange bemused glances.
“Are you saying you don’t watch porn, Luke?” Finn asks, his eyebrows narrowing. “Like not ever?”
“Yeah?” For some reason, the conversation is making my heart pound faster than it should. “I mean, it’s a conspiracy, right?”
“Well...” Finn scrunches his lips together. “Not entirely.”
“It’s like a billion-dollar business, dude,” Noah says, wrapping his arm around Finn’s waist. They stare at each other way more lovingly than they should, considering what they’re talking about.
“I mean, that’s why they tell people it’s popular, but who actually wants to see that?”
“Lots of people,” Dmitri says. “Countries full of people. Half the planet.”
“Hey, girls watch it too,” Finn says. “I’ve slept with many a girl who...”
Noah stomps on his foot, and Finn’s face pales.
“Sorry, babe!” Finn says. “I didn’t mean that, My Sweet Puck!”
“Why do they call each other that?” Dmitri asks.
“Because they’re in lurve...” Troy chuckles.
Dmitri rolls his eyes. “Ugh.”
“It will happen to you one day.”
“Ha! I am Russian. I resist silliness! I am serious man.”
“You mean you’ll be seriously in love?” Finn teases.
