Troy's heart hammered against his ribs because of Megan's words. That was a good thing, right?
"That's good," he said lamely. "That you're comfortable, I mean! Not that you're tired."
Why was he so bad at this? He could have sworn he used to be a lot smoother. Now he had to deal with a bad track record of keeping girlfriends on top of being rusty when it came to flirting. Why did she even like him with how he kept saying the wrong thing?
Megan laughed. "I knew what you meant. Relax, I'm not going to eat you."
"What if I wanted you to eat me?"
Troy cringed at how that sounded. That wasn't what he meant either. She had been giving him some signals she was interested in making out but he had acted on it in the worst way possible. Somebody kill him now and take him out of his misery.
She raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, I would have to see if you tasted good first. I wouldn't want to become a cannibal without a good reason."
