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Chase says, “Colt, that’s the worse fucking advice ever. But you’ve got yourself in a hole here now, Wilder.”

I nod. “I know.”

Andrew says, “Tell her to move in with you.”

“I already did that. She fucking refused.”

Chase says, “You need to get yourself off of that lease.”

Andrew adds, “She’s a tough one.”

I agree. “That’s why I needed this intervention.”

Colton has a smirk on his face. He’s looking at me like he’s ready to give it to me.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask him.

He laughs. “I got a better idea for you. Instead of asking her to list all of her fantasies, why don’t you make a list and send it to her.”

“You’re only ever thinking about the sex, man.” I scoff. Fucking hell, Colton.

Andrew adds, “Yeah, get yourself off that lease because that’s fucked up. Now shit’s really going to blow up in your face, so undo it. And I agree with Colton. Send her a list and use this time for a practice-run relationship.”

I can’t believe Andrew and Colton are agreeing on something for once.

I press my lips together and open my arms. “What do I have to lose?”

I glance at Chase for moral support. He shrugs at me. “You’re already hooking up with her. This could buy you more time, and then––”

Colton jumps in, “You romance the shit out of her, man. You tell her how you feel. Just leave her little snippets at every hookup. If you think about it, you already have. This last time you told her that you don’t want to date anyone.”

Andrew says, “Get your name off her lease, brother. I can’t believe you would do something like that.”

I shrug. “I’m just trying to help her out.”

Chase says, “It’s going to piss her off.”

Andrew says, “You sound fucking desperate, man. You’ve got it bad, huh?”

“Shit,” I mutter.

“You probably should’ve come to us for that one too.”

I shake my head.Fuck.“Okay, one thing at a time. Is the list a good idea?”

“Yeah,” Andrew says. “Maybe it’ll show her what to expect.”

“Yeah, women need that reassurance. A list might not be a bad idea,” Chase adds. I feel like they’re all fucking with me.

But I cave in, desperate. “I can send her a stupid fucking list and see what she says.”

“And?” Chase says, waiting for my head to screw on straight.

“And I need to get myself off of her lease.”

“Bingo,” Andrew says.

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