Am I half-hard right now?

This banter, the way she’s giving it back to me as good as I give it... it’s really turning me on.

“Meredith,” I start, but she’s already chewing on her fries, and it feels like the moment has passed.

Probably for the best. Even if I do become friends with Meredith again, sleeping with her would likely throw me right back to the awful place I was in when we broke up.

God knows I never want to go back there.

“Meredith, what?” she asks, her mouth full.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“I did.”

I groan. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good.”

I grit my teeth, aroused and angry at the same time. “Are you or are you not interested in Paul?”

She looks at me a moment longer, smiling. “Not.”

I let out a sigh. “Good.”

She laughs, and the sound is free and wonderful. I haven’t heard her laugh in years, not like that. Not because of me.

“You just can’t get rid of that jealous streak, can you?”

“Can you? You were at least as bad as I was.”

“I’ll have you know I’ve grown.”

“Have you? Mind if I ask Dina out?” I tease, and her face goes blank.

“She has a boyfriend.”

“Meredith! I wasn’t going to ask her out. It was a joke. I was proving you were jealous.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks go tomato red.

“Youwerejealous.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to play this game anymore,” she mutters, and I laugh, having ignored my food but now picking up my burger.

“You started it.”

She chuckles and continues eating her food. She’s so mercurial now, the ups and downs I thought she would have grown out of just seem to be worse.

Or maybe that’s my fault. Maybe it’s just how she is around me. But the passion of it, the unpredictability—I find it even more attractive than I did back then.

I want her so badly it's hard to look at her. I keep focusing on her mouth.

“Logan?”

I blink, making eye contact. “Yeah?”

“You need a box?”