She giggled. “Dude, you dragged me out of a club where you could have had sex with me in my dressing room because you wanted to buy me tacos.”

Willow’s mouth fell open. “I didn’t know that was an option!”

“You didn’t find out, because you were so desperate to feed me!”

“Fuck! I was!”

Eden laughed. “See, you are a tender man.”

Willow folded his arms across his chest. It was such a nice chest, broad and muscular. Paternal, almost. If the guys Cheryl fucked looked like Willow, she’d get the dad thing a whole lot more.

“I’m not basic. Or tender. I’ve done shit that’d blow your mind, missy.”

It was the ‘missy’ that got her. She laughed so hard all the drag queens turned to stare at her, but she couldn’t stop. Soon her chest hurt. Fuck the energy drinks, if Willow kept this up, she was going to die. He waited for her to stop, his unamused expression making it even harder. She wiped her eyes. “Okay, Willow. What have you done? Snorted pills on New Years? Pressed your ass against the team bus window? Had an orgy with some dudes you play football with?”

He glared at her, but it was such an obvious validation of her theory, Eden started laughing all over again. Now the men in suits were glancing over. She buried her face in her hands to smother the sound. She knew she was being obnoxious, but something about Willow’s dry disapproval was sending her into hysterics.

“I’m sorry,” she gasped. “I’m sleep deprived or something.”

He shook his head. “I’m not saying you’re right about the threesomes and the mooning and stuff, but that’s pretty edgy.”

Eden pinched her cheeks, trying to hold the mania back. “Dude, I like you. You seem cool, but that’s the story of every man who’s ever played even semi-professional sport.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I know guys like you.”

He tapped a finger on the table. “You said you weren’t a football fan. How?”

The truth was way too heavy for a Sunday night hangout. “I just know. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. It’s okay to be jelly and ice cream.”

Willow looked aghast. “Jelly and ice cream?”

“Sweet and delicious.”

“Fuck off, that’s the biggest insult anyone’s ever given me. And I get called the c-word every day.”

“On Instagram?”

“By my mates.”

Eden laughed. “Okay, you think you’re so badass, answer some questions for me. Just say the first thing that pops into your head.”

“You’re on. Hurry up so I can prove I’m not basic.”

“Okay, what’s your favourite thing to do?”

He gave her a look and Eden’s face went hot. “Um, aside from that.”

“Footy training.”

“Not winning games?”