“I’m not picky. I’m particular. I care about quality. I like nice things. And it’s been perfectly clear to me for weeks that whatever happened between us was not going to lack for quality.”
“Has it, now?”
“Yes,” Mark says, poking Eddie in his chest. It’s like poking a wall. “And you don’t need to look so smug about it.”
“Oh, I beg to differ. I need to look exactly this smug about it. My dick just got called quality.”