“i need a wingman?” nate asked with a little smile playing against his lips that kit tried his damnedest not to see. it was too endearing to stand.

“yeah…” kit nodded, hoping he didn’t sound as annoyed as he felt about it. “you really do.” because kit needed the reminder – desperately. “at least one of us should be getting laid around here, nate. and it’s clearly not gonna be me.”

“oh…” nate tipped his head back like he finally got it. finally. only, then he said: “still not over your ex… gotcha.” and it was all kit could do not to jump him just to state the obvious.