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He nods but doesn’t say anything.
“I should go check on Tatum.”
Though I can tell he’s disappointed in my answer, he smiles, drops his hand, and backs up. “You’re gonna change your mind.”
“I’m really not.” Would it be wrong to put his number in my phone under Call for Good Sex?
“Think it over,” he yells when he’s getting into his car. “At least you know what you’re getting with me.”
Ha. Cute.
What the fuck am I going to do now?