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A text e from Milo Immediately, butterflies flutter around insideit

Milo: Do you have ti contacts to give you

When I read the second half of his ed friends fly away

What did you expect, crazy? For him to ask you if you wanted to fuck on his desk?

I sigh, but before I can type out a response, Lena’s voice grabs my attention

“Who is that text from?”

I shrug “No one important”

“You’re such a liar” She narrows her eyes “Seriously Who is it?”

“Just a guy I know”

“What’s his name?”

“Milo”

She stares at et self-conscious “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because there is so obviously a story with this Milo It’s written all over your face”

“No, it’s not”

She nods enthusiastically “Uh-huh I could tell the instant you read his text I swear to God, your eyes flashed with a thousand different emotions in a matter of seconds”

“They did not”

She looks atto her demands

“Fine” I sigh For soe reason, Lena’s confidence and open- all ofbut unavoidable She’s obviously cast some sort of spell on me “Milo is…my brother’s best friend”

Her entire face lights up “And why exactly is he texting you now?”

I sigh again “Do you really want to know all the gory details?’

“Are you kidding ”

So, I do I lay it all out

The age difference, the pining, the text es, the encounters we’ve had since I’ve been back—everything

She is sh the whole tale

But when I tell her about our lunch a few days ago and how he’s supposed to be helpinghouse, she stops me

“Wait a minute,” she says with one hand raised in the air “So, he asked you to come to his office this afternoon?”

I nod

“That sounds a little overboard, doesn’t it?” she questions and waggles her brows

I roll my eyes “Trust me, he’s not into me”