"No, it's not that, it's-this shit doesn't usually happen to me, and when it does, of course I open my big mouth," Jamie muttered. "No, this is all me. And I'm pretty sure if I told you to leave, Roxanna might actually punch me." His laugh was soft and lacked humor.
"I dreamed about you," he went on. "You were on top of me, and, spoiler alert: I dig that. And I thought it was you doing it, and I wasn't even mad, I woke up feeling more relaxed than I had felt for a while. But no, it was my brain having a field day. And then I dragged Roxanna into my insanity, and she's being supportive, but she's also not letting me hide under my bed and avoid shit."
He cut himself off with a snort. "The upshot of all of that is: do you want to go out sometime, because I promise I'm usually not this much of a disaster."