“You’re sick and twisted, January Andrews,” Gus said. “That’s what I love about you.” My stomach dipped and rose higher than it had started out. “Oh, that’s what it is.” “Well,” he said. “One thing. It seemed too crass to invite you to my aunts’ house and then bring up your ass.”

“You’re sick and twisted, January Andrews,” Gus said. “That’s what I love about you.” My stomach dipped and rose higher than it had started out. “Oh, that’s what it is.” “Well,” he said. “One thing. It seemed too crass to invite you to my aunts’ house and then bring up your ass.”

— Emily Henry