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"You’re pretty" Max licked his full lips "I’ll give you that ether, or a metal clamp"

"Also known as a rubber band"

"Ah, ulp of coffee "I knohat’s going to happen here I’ve read the book a billion times, mainly because I wrote it"

"You wrote a book?"

"It’s for sale on

He didn’t

Taking another drink, I finally sat back down and waited I figured it was best to let hio with it

"So what’s going to happen, Max?"

"You’ll slowly fall for each other So, a possible blast froue in the elevator Share a heated kiss Slam doors But wait!" He thrust his hand into the air "You live together and you could just swear," he said, shaking his head, "that each time he breathes, nay, each time he moves in his bed, it’s because he misses you beside him So you pop out from underneath your covers, because of course you’re curious" He set his cup on the coffee table and leaned forward "He opens his eyes the ulped as my erratic pulse picked up

"He checks you out like you’re the only wo his sexy six-pack, his built chest, and then your eyes home in on his lips, those perfect, full lips" Max leaned forward, his cologne floating off hi me square in the face "You want him Badly And you knoants you too You don’t knoho moves first You? Hient, desperate to take you to places you’ve never been Heinto your hips, the primal need he has for you awakens And You Just Can’t"--his voice was a hoarse whisper--"stop"

My palrin was shameless "Oh, I know the story, Jordan The sex won’t just be average It will blow every fantasy you’ve ever had out of the water And then" He sighed "Just when things are getting good It breaks Good things always break, and it’s always up to the two people in a relationship to fix it, toto fall back on No friendship, nothing So when it breaks for you two, it shatters You’ll fight Say things you don’t mean And then you’ll leave in tears He’ll be lonely Famous, but lonely And you’ll swear to yourself never to trust a ether "Now What are you going to do about it?"

"Huh?" I felt dazed Owned And somehow manipulated, like I was at a fair and Max was the hypnotist telling me I was a chicken

"Aw" He patted my hand "Good talk I just wanted to make sure you understood how this would end I feel it’s my job to emotionally prepare you for the road ahead Fall you will" He shrugged "How could you not? Swear your hair’s probably already picking wedding colors"

I slapped his hand away as he tried to grab a bit of irlfriend And this isn’t a romance novel, which by the way is pretty s like that don’t happen in real life Believe et?"

"Max, would it kill you to ask direct questions?"

He tapped his chin "Yes"

I growled

"When I’ht" He picked up his empty cup and stood "When you co like a Taylor Swift concert attendee I’ll tell you what--I won’t get anything for being right, but I will let you sleep on the couch When it all goes south"