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De out to pat Krista’s arm “No, honey That’s only you and your man who can enjoy the filthy, sandy, shower floors”

My head slices to Trent who rubs the back of his neck, giving a s

I laugh, looking to Krista “Where you goin’ next?”

“Snacks, drinks, and a DJ will be set up in the conference rooht ride last, then we can head back and party?”

“Sounds good” De to me for confirmation

I agree, and the two of us break away froroup

We get a few feet ahen she nudges me in my ribs with her elbow

“You can take your arm off me now,” she teases

“Nah” I tug her closer “Others could be watching”

She chuckles “Ah Right”

I steer her toward the food court, but she turns ht for Dessert Row

“I thought you were hungry?”

“I am For some deep-fried Oreos”

I laugh and she looks up at

“What?”

“Before this weekend I didn’t even know Nico Sykes kne to laugh” Her feet stopso I’hing” She tilts her head to the side, a coy grin on her lips “And to top it off, you’ve only had one or two temper tantrums today”

I glare “I don’t have te tantrums”

“Mood swings, tantrums, random moments of dickishness Call it what you like,” she ht start to think you’re having a halfway decent time”

“You clownin’ on me?”

She chuckles as she pulls away, so I letto face her as we step into the line

“Maybe I am, D”

She squints “Am what?”

“Not miserable”

She eyes h leaves her and she steps up to the orderAs quick as she pays, De handed a paper bowl full of deep-fried Oreos covered in powdered sugar

“I’ll eat as alk so Krista doesn’t strangle ” She lifts one of her pieces up, biting into it with a soft ood”