They were serious losers. That was just the reality of the situation. But better to have a loser friend than to be a solo loser.

Sam leaned her head back and shook off her wig, ducking out of the neck of her shirt. She kissed him back, letting her fingertips brush against the strong lines of his jaw. "Good start."

She pushed herself off of the counter and locked her arms around his shoulders. "Let me know if you need help with the bra."

On sitcoms, guys couldn't handle that.

But in the meanwhile, she nipped at his ear.