Colin’s obnoxious obliviousness was part of his unexpected charm. It was also part of the reason I was surprised he didn’t go through life on crutches in a neck brace with two black eyes. How on Earth did the people who weren’t trying to convince themselves they were in love with him control the impulse to knock his block off?
Fuck this. I was back in my room, shoving the two things I had bothered to unpack back into my backpack. Cancun to Canada via Panama seemed slightly ridiculous, yes, looking at a map. But staying put and basically begging Colin to cook up new ways to humiliate me just in case it might get me another crack at the oft-most-cracked ass in Manitoba or Mexico would amount to elevating ridiculous to an art form. A game at which it would be impossible to beat its c**k-eyed
