"I read that it was serious between you two," she went on when I joined her outside on the sidewalk.
"So I thought maybe you'd known him before."
"Don't believe everything you read on those gossip blogs."
"So it's not serious?" "I didn't say that."
It was too serious at times.
Painfully, brutally so.
She shook her head.
"God .
listen to me pry.
Sorry.
Gossip is one of my vices.
So are extremely hot men like Gideon Cross.
I can't help but wonder what it'd be like to hook up with a guy whose body screams sex like that.
Tell me he's awesome in bed."
I smiled.
It was good to hang out with another girl.
Not that Cary couldn't also be appreciative of a hot guy, but nothing beat girl talk.
"You won't hear me complaining."
"Lucky bitch."
Bumping shoulders with me to show she was teasing, she said, "How about that roommate of yours? From the photos I saw, he's gorgeous, too.
Is he single? Wanna hook me up?" Turning my head quickly, I hid a wince.
I'd learned the hard way never to set up an acquaintance or friend with Cary.
He was so easy to love, which led to a lot of broken hearts because he couldn't love back the same way.
The moment things started going too well, Cary sabotaged them.
"I don't know if he's single or not.
Things are .
complicated in his life at the moment."
"Well, if the opportunity presents itself, I'm certainly not opposed.
Just sayin'.
You like tacos?" "Love 'em."