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I blushed "Which lips are we talking about?" I whispered back

His wolfish grin deepened "You filthy, filthy girl"

Pushing et that in a to-go cup?"

"Oh, co at nored hio cup

"I’ to leave the store "Coed as I held the front door open

A heavy sigh left reen rooreen’ in every possible sense of the word"

Blinking eyes Blinking eyes Blank stare Blank stare "Coain?"

His parahter "You wanted to know"

"You’re a really, really odd wo happened tothe summer of 1976"

"You had a sex dream?" I asked, confused

"Dreareen room and smashed"

Aard moment number five thousand four hundred and forty-two ofThanks for the tea, Mr Henson"

"I’ll be by to cut the grass later today," Tristan said

I knew there was nothing dirty about his words, but still, I blushed as if there was

That afternoon, Faye cans and paint colors for Tristan’s house She always had such a solid eye for the tiny details

We sat on the front porch with the three design boards I’d created, but instead of her focusing on the task at hand, she atching the handso him push the laas Erass better than Tristan She argued with hi a terrible job He just smiled and sassed her back Faye stared at Tristan, almost awestruck at his transformation She hadn’t seen hi bone structure She also hadn’t ever seen hi back in, and honestly I was happy about that I loved his beard almost as hed "Who would’ve ever thought that that wild, dirty hippie, asshole thing would ever beco so…hot?"

"We’re all a little wild, and we’re all a little so her lips "Oh shit You like him"

"What? No He just helps around the house Mostly with the lawn"