“Okay, Jake, you got it bad. You’re in love with this guy.”
I looked over at Nancy, my lesbian friend from work. “Why would you think that, girl?” I huffed indignantly.
“Every second word out of your pie hole is Mitchell this or Mitchell that. Have you been to bed with him yet?”
I grinned. “No, but the thought of it gets my juices flowing.”
She choked on her beer. “I bet the juices are coating the ceiling and headboard with how bad you have it for this guy.”
Just then my phone rang, if you can call those weird sounds a ring. “Hello.”
A deep, familiar voice brought a stirring to my loins.
“Catch you at a bad time?”
I grinned even wider than before. “Witch. You knew I was talking about you, didn’t you?”
Before I realized what was happening, my phone was whipped away and Nancy was holding my chest with one hand and had my phone to her ear with the other.