He chuckled. “Have you never swapped a little saliva with anyone? I didn’t spit anything back into the cup. It’s the equivalent of a peck on the lips. I’m sure you’ve had a few tongues down your throat. What’s the big deal?”

Sliding the drink from the holder, I brought it to my mouth and took a cautious sip.

Fisher shook his head at my hesitation. “Do I gross you out that much?”

Just the opposite. It felt intimate sharing a cup of coffee with him. I took another sip, trying to not think too hard about how I liked the idea of my mouth touching the same spot his lips had touched.

“It’s fine.” I stared out my window while sipping the coffee, brushing my lips over the lid a little too much.

“Reese?”

“Hmm?”

“You have kissed a guy before. Right?”

I scoffed. “Yes.”

“An open-mouthed kiss? Tongue? Saliva swapping?” He was so crude. I loved it and hated it in equal parts.

“Duh.”

“Duh is not an answer.”

“Hailey invited me to her house for a party on Friday. Well, not this Friday … next Friday.” My attention remained steadfast out my window.

“You dodged my question.”

“I think I’ll go. It’s a chance to make new friends if I don’t have much luck tonight.”

“What’s tonight?”

“Singles’ Bible study at the church.”

“Sounds … titillating.”

“You could come with me.”

Fisher laughed, a little too hard. “As tempting as the offer is, I have a date. Sorry.”

A date.

Fisher had a date. That was okay. Of course he dated since he wasn’t married, and he wasn’t dating Rory. I bet he had sex too. That didn’t feel quite as okay to me for utterly ridiculous reasons. It wasn’t like Fisher Mann was mine no matter how incredibly sexy I found him, no matter how many thoughts he owned in my head. It wasn’t like he was going to wait for me to figure my life out, marry me, and take my virginity on our wedding night.

Nope.

None of that was happening, so it was just great, awesome really, that Fisher had a date.

“A new date? Someone you’ve gone out with before?”

“Blind date. A friend of a friend.”

I nodded slowly. “Where are you going?”

“Concert downtown.”

“Sounds fun.”

“I suppose.”

“How old is she?”

He grinned before sipping his coffee. “I’m not sure. Why?”

“No reason.”

“Well, if you decide to bring someone home from Bible study, I won’t tell your mom. And the house is insulated really well, so don’t ever worry about me hearing anything.”

Oh my gosh …