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She grabbed onto both of ot to stop No one would ever be disappointed in having a sexpot, pole-dancing baker as their secret sex pen pal”

“Have you seen the girls at the parties at The Brothel and the ones at the FU games?”

“Do you re the all-star quarterback as a sure lock for the first round draft pick and had just won the national championship?”

I tappedany bells, sorry”

A pastel blue pillohacked into the side of my face “Pain in the butt”

“Maybe you knocked soardless, it’s different… You’re objectively gorgeous”

“He was so over that scene by the time I arrived It’s not about looks Do you think I’lorious ass, sinewy ar, and abs ot a faraway look in her eyes and bit her bottom lip

“You’re not helping” I returned the pillow straight to her head

The door to Elle’s apartled

“Honey, I’e smile on his face and his arms loaded with containers Garlic, butter, and cheese smells combined and my stomach made an attempt to climb out of my mouth to wolf down the contents

Leaping froether “You’re a saint I’ry”

He kissed her, trapping her between hi the food he had in each hand doithout even looking “I told you to coers trailed over her cheek

“I lost track of tiust Niles for five events in the next fourhiht assistants in ninewith his new one now and she’s sweet I hope he doesn’t chew her up and spit her out Everything has to be perfect or he’ll probably incinerate on fire”

“If so you trouble, tell me and I’ll deal with it” His face was a mask of seriousness And he’d kick whoever’s ass he needed to when it came to Elle

After everything that had kept the their fairy tale in a two bedroorandfather’s restaurant, Tavola My happiness for her was absolute, but tinged with the sadness that I’d probably never experience it The closest I’d couy who’d pushed me so far into the friend zone I could srass