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I turn, and the wind is in his hair the way I want ainst his chest and his slacks against his long, roan at how stubborn he sounds "You took me to the ball twice already, Callan, thank you" I turn back again

"Co s a hand over his hair He stretches out a lovely les his fingers, a little exasperated "Come here Give et home"

He types so to text you," I protest as I take back ht noithhis way

"I’ll text you," I quickly agree and head inside, telling rin I saw appear when I hastily agreed

I tellhome early and take an Uber When I’et ready for bed and tell myself I can’t let that personal connection and easy conversation happen again I want to avoid calling hi my contacts

I find his number stored under Not Drake

I smile over the fact that I had stored hi my smile, I frown and type

I’ soet my laptop out, my competitive side stirred

Such a hard little worker Lucky boss

He’s a bit of a hard one too, I text

There’s a silence and my eyes widen when I realize what I said

Yes

He IS

My tummy flutters

Oh lord above, help ed et to you It is not allowed

I try to quell what seeing hiht did to me and blame it on the alcohol I ier a na&iu her brother to bail her out when she gets in trouble, hell, I’irl and I can’t be Callan’s shiny new toy