I can't believe that Alex is calling himself an idiot.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him, my heart beating in my throat. "Why are you an idiot now?"

He straightens his shirt, not seeming to notice that half of his buttons have come undone. "Let's get back to my place. I think I'm ready to clean up and relax for a bit."

"You have a real knack for ignoring my questions, you know that?" I say lightly.

"And you have a real knack for ...