“Her boyfriend noticed that too. “Babe, I can dress up as a superhero if you want.”
I looked resentfully at Mason. Not only had I failed to embarrass him, but he had twisted my attempt around into making it sound like it was some s****l thing we had done. He deliberately said the wrong pro“pronoun to turn it into s****l innuendo, and Erin had played right into his hands with her book smart but clueless emphasis on it.
It, I thought, inspiration striking again as I thought about it as the euphemism Mason intended. “It’s not that impressive,” I said. “That’s why I keep forgetting about...the sword.”
“Swords,” Erin automatically corrected.
Tyler was laughing. “Burn,” he exclaimed with glee. “Man, she got you good.”
“Yes,” Mason agreed, still exuding confidence and control. “I’ll
