"Hilarious," Johnny says, deadpan. "I think I'd recognize Clay Aiken. Also, ew." "No, dumbass," Paris says. "The hot one. And – oh. Um."

Stéphane felt like melting again and said, "I miss you." Because his brain and his mouth had formed an alliance he was clearly not invited to join. He felt his face heat up. Johnny's smile didn't dim. "And I missed your cookies, even though they make my waist twize the size it's supposed to be." He took out his keys. "Want to come in?"