CHAPTER 136: GIFT IDEAS

"Just be naked when he gets back from class today," she shrugs, and I elbow her. "What? It's a great plan—"

"We live with his friends! That's a terrible idea," I insist, and she laughs. "Help me, what does Kent like?"

"You know more about him than any of the rest of us, Juls," she reminds me, and I groan. "What kind of candy does he like?"

"Kent doesn't do sweet; he's a steamed broccoli, black coffee kind of guy."

"Ew," she mumbles, and I nod. "Get him a dumbbell; better yet, have him bench press you!"

"Not funny," I answer, and she sighs, rolling her eyes.

"Why does this matter? Kent likes you the way you are; you're the only girl he's ever dated. I'm sure he just wants to take you to dinner and hang out with you."

"Because he does so many nice things for me, you have no idea," I mumble. "He always thinks of creative, adorable things to give me or do for me, and I can't think of one thing to get him. I literally forgot this was happening today, and now I'm screwed."

"Make him