“Damn, let me get one-handed real quick.”
We laugh together as I pull the camera back up.
“Do you want more?” He asks.
/> “More toothpaste? I’m all set.”
He rolls his eyes. “You know what I’m asking.”
“Kids? Sure…probably.”
“How many?”
I can’t stop staring. He’s glowing, literally glowing on the screen. For just a second, I revel in the fact that he’s mine. “I don’t know.”
“How about five?”
“I’m so sorry this had to end. It was awesome knowing you,” I say, lifting my finger to end the call.
“Don’t you dare,” he warns. “I’m serious.”
“Why five?”
“Because I’ve always pictured myself with a big family one day. I don’t know. I love the idea of a houseful of kids.”
“Well then, you can push them out of your penis. Let them suck the marrow out of your breasts and bones and scream in your ear for the first five years.”
He shrugs. “We can negotiate. You know, seeing how this is an adult relationship.”
“Smartass. Are you always going to use that against me?”
“Probably.”
My curiosity gets the best of me. “Have you ever been serious with a girl?”
“Yes,” he says easily.
I feel my hackles rise, but I asked. “Tell me about her.”
“Gorgeous blonde. Shaggy hair, perfect teeth, doe eyes. I was so in love. Never been in love like that and never will again.”
“Really?” I ask, swallowing. “So, what was her name?”
“Maura.” I hate that name. I hate her.
“What happened?”
“We had to put her to sleep.”
“You ass, you were talking about a dog!”
“God, you’re sexy when you’re jealous.”
“I don’t get jealous.”
“Liar. You so do. Your nostrils flare. Dead giveaway.”
“Eat poop, Jenner.”