" Are you for real?” She let out a short laugh, looking away. Why did so many good-looking guys have to be such douche canoes? “Man, you are something else.”
“That I am.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“You sure about that?”
“Uh, yeah. I am.”
“Hmm.” He sounded utterly dismissive.
She had to force her hands to unclench. “I think you’re the most uptight person I know.”
“You know nothing about me.”
“I know enough to know you need a hobby or a pastime. Maybe a different workout regimen to de-stress or you need to get laid. Something to loosen you up a bit.”
His lips parted as he stared down at her. He looked affronted. Like if he had pearls, he’d be clutching them. “Did you seriously just tell me I needed to get laid?”
Rosie rolled her eyes. “Did you seriously just prove what I said?”
A moment passed. “Are you volunteering? "

― Jennifer L. Armentrout , Moonlight Scandals (de Vincent, #3)