QUOTE : I remain silent for a few minutes as I scroll through everything about Miles that I love. Then I think about everything he loves, and my eyes alight when I recall the night we shared in his grandpa’s truck.<br /><br />“His grandpa has this old truck that he’s dying to fix up. But he’s dumping all his money into house renovations, so he’s holding off on it for now. He said the carburetor needed replacing.”<br /><br />Dean’s eyes brighten at this revelation. “You just had seven months’ worth of rent open up.”<br /><br />“You think this is a good idea?” I ask, chewing on my thumbnail nervously. “Can you just buy a carburetor for a car? Wouldn’t he have to like…I don’t know…repair it or something?”<br /><br />“That’s what Google is for!” Lynsey squeals and reaches out to grab my computer.<br /><br />“Wait, will this be emasculating?” I say, stopping her mid-Google. “If I buy some expensive part for his grandpa’s truck, is he going to be like, ‘Fuck you bitch, I pay my own way?’” Lynsey and I both look at Dean for an answer.<br /><br />“Not if you give it to him naked.” He simply shrugs.<br /><br />My first reaction is to laugh, but when Dean doesn’t join in, my face drops. “Wait, seriously?”<br /><br />He lifts his brows and pins me with a look. “I’m not even into cars, but if you came at me naked with a carburetor in your hand, I’d probably be all over that.”<br /><br />I look over at Lynsey, who gives me a shrug as well.<br /><br />“We’ll figure that part out later