Page 53 of Game Changer

Jeremy: Always a bonus.

AJ: We’re in London, on our way back to the hotel. She’s just told me, ‘There will be no sex for you this evening.’

Jeremy: How is that different to every other night of your life these days?

AJ: I can barely walk, man.

Jeremy: I probably shouldn’t laugh.

AJ: So supportive. Damn. I think I gotta wear pants to bed.

Jeremy: Are PJ pants some magical hard-on-hide-away? I wouldn’t know, I don’t even think I own a pair.

AJ: Right? Like pants are going to hide… this.

Jeremy: I’m sure she’ll come ‘round.

AJ: She’s drawn her no-sex line in the sand. My respectful self is staying on the magical hard-on-hide-away pants side of the line.

Jeremy: Everything but the dirty deed?

AJ: This night might kill me.

Jeremy: Here lies AJ, death by hard-on.

AJ: You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

Jeremy: If only you’d not been a monumental hoser and listened to all my warnings about marrying Britt...

AJ: Know what I love about your friendship?

Jeremy: …?

AJ: You’re always so humble, never say I told you so, or lord things over me when you’re right.

Jeremy: IKR? I’m a real catch.

AJ: Go away, now. I’m about to enter the seventh circle of hell and be tormented all night by a gorgeous woman.

Jeremy: I’m kinda jealous.

Jeremy: Strike that. I’m epically jealous.

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Jeremy: Did you survive?

AJ: Why are you awake?

Jeremy: Concerned friend. Get laid yet?

AJ: Nope. Best night I’ve had in a long time though.

Jeremy: She didn’t give in? Dude, you must have balls of steel.

AJ: That’s all the details you’re getting. Just finishing breakfast. Off to explore London. Sleep.

Jeremy: No fair! I tell you way more than that about everyone I’ve been with!

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