“That just sounds stupid.” Brit popped the mayo-covered fry in her mouth, and Ollie groaned. “I’m going to spend the four days being a veg.”

“Would you rather spend your time being a cucumber or making your soul feel happy?”

Cam’s shoulders started to shake.

“I think I will go with being a piece of broccoli,” Brit replied.

Across from us Ollie finally dragged his gaze away from Brit’s place and looked at Jacob. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” He smacked his hands down. “Why not paint the world in beautiful flowers of all different colors?”

I stared at him. “Are you high?”

Jacob looked affronted… for maybe two seconds. “Maybe a little.”

Laughing, I glanced at Brit. “You should help him build his happy garden.”

She snorted. “You can help him.”

“Oh, no.” Cam lifted his head as he scooted toward me, slipping his hand over my leg, just above my knee.  “She’s all mine this weekend. No garden of love.”

“Unless she’s planting in your garden of love?” Jacob queried.

I rolled my eyes. “Cute.”

“Sounding like she was doing some planting last night.” Ollie moved the tiny paper cup of mayo further away from Brit. “At least from the noises coming from your bedroom.”

My mouth dropped open. “Whatever!”

“Did you have your ear plastered to my bedroom door?” Cam hand inched up, and my cheeks were suddenly burning for a whole different reason.

Ollie shrugged. “What else am I supposed to do?”

“Freak,” Cam tossed back.

The three of them launched into a discussion about vegetables, leaving Cam and I on the outside of the bizarro conversation, which was okay with me. I wasn’t a fan of vegetables.

“I have another great idea.” Cam propped his chin on my shoulder, voice low.

I turned my head just the slightest toward him. “Oh dear…”

“You’re going to love it.”

Warmth bubbled up my chest and I wanted to say I love you, but sitting in the Den, while our friends were discussing the pros and cons of asparagus didn’t seem like the best moment to blurt that out. So I settled with a, “What’s your idea?”

“Take the rest of the day off and chill with me.”

That sounded like an excellent idea. “I have class.”

“You have art. That doesn’t really count as a class.”

“How so?”

He lifted his head, pressing his lips to the space beside my ear. “You told me you almost fell asleep on Monday.”

“Almost,” I reiterated.

Cam now kissed the spot under my ear, and I shivered. “Trust me. What I want to do is so much better than art.”

My mind went straight to one thing. Sex. Like real sex with real penetration.