Page 159 of Even Exchange

“Noah and I are supposed to FaceTime at six,” I tell her. “He’s so busy, we literally have to preplan a simple phone call.”

“Ohhh, yes girl,” she says. “Phone sex is the best.”

“We are not phone sex’ing!” I squeal. “We’re just phoning. Only phoning.”

Her face scrunches up. “Why?”

“Uh, because I miss him?”

“And you don’t miss his dick?”

Heat creeps up on my cheeks. “I do…”

She narrows her eyes. “Why are you being weird?”

“I’m not.”

“When’s the last time you got some?” she asks, and I side-eye her. “Come on. You can tell me!”

“Fine,” I grumble. “Fourth of July.”

“Oh, girl.” She throws an arm around my shoulders.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised carrying another man’s child puts a damper on the love-making department.”

“First of all, let’s not put Jonathan in the category of ‘man.’” She pinches her fingers together, and I huff a laugh. “But yeah, I get what you mean… Now I know why you’ve been so uptight lately.”

“Hey!” I reply, slightly offended.

“You need to get dicked down.” She nods. “Dicked down good.”

My eyes bulge as I glance around us. “You are so?—”

“Cool? Awesome? Edgy?”

“I was going to sayembarrassing.”

“No, baby cakes. Your sex life is embarrassing.”

My cheeks burn. “Well, thank you.”

“You are living with ‘Tampa’s Most Eligible Bachelor,’” she says, and I groan. “Please put him to good use.”

“Things have just been awkward since we found out about the whole ‘who’s the daddy’ thing…”

“You know what would solve that?” she asks, and I glance her way. “Fuck him. Literally. Fuck the poor man.”

“But how do I even bring it up?” I blow a raspberry. “I don’t know where his head’s at.”

“Here’s an idea.” Andi raises her brows at me. “Askhim.”

“He’s the quarterback. Shouldn’t he call the play?”

“Yes, but quarterbacks can’t throw a pass if they’re not given the ball. And right now”—she drops her eyes to my belly—“you’ve got the ball.”

“Ugh, fine,” I groan. “Maybe I’ll talk to him tonight.”

“Good,” she says as we reach our cars. “See you tomorrow?”

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