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More like fucking hot.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says with a laugh, rubbing his hands over the stubble on his chin.

“I’m serious!” I say.

“I can tell,” he says, laughing. What's so funny right now?

“What I’m trying to say is, I’m sure you have a… a healthy sex life. That wouldn’t necessarily stay within your bedroom walls. You know, a man like you would like to change things up now and again I’m sure…” I trail off, because Sax is laughing so hard the whole couch is shaking.

“This is the last time I try and have a deep and meaningful conversation with you. I’m trying to pour my heart out to you, and you’re in crampz,” I huff, crossing my arms against my chest and tapping my foot.

“Crampz?” he asks, grabbing his stomach like laughing so much has given him a stitch.

“It’s something I heard my baby cousin say. Crampz, you know, laughing so hard you get a cramp,” I explain.

Saxon just stares at me before throwing his head back and laughing some more.

“What? Apparently it’s the new LOL,” I tell him with a shrug.

“Are you always this cute?” he asks once his laughter has subsided.

“Excuse me?” I sneer.

“What?” he asks suddenly, playful demeanor gone.

“Did you just tell me that I’m cute?” I ask.

“I did. Is that a problem?” he asks, now obviously confused.

“Well, yeah, cos it’s not a compliment. Cute really means ugly but interesting,” I explain.

Sax looks at me with a blank expression for a moment. “Says who?

“Says everyone,” I say animatedly.

“Okay. Name someone,” he says, a smirk now forming on his lips.

“Well, myself of course,” I say.

“Apparently. Anyone else?” he asks, his laugh starting to make a reappearance.

“Does there need to be other people?” I blurt out, when I can’t think of anyone else that shares my views.

“Well, no. But you said there was.”

“If someone else jumped off a bridge, would you?” I ask. Okay, I’m making no sense now.

Saxon makes a choking sound. “I’m pretty sure that saying doesn’t have any relevance to what we're talking about,” he manages to get out.

“You’re probably right,” I admit, sighing heavily.

“Back to your initial comment, there will be no girls coming over, alright? Trust me it’s not an issue right now,” he says.

I lean towards him to give him a hug. “Thanks, Sax, I had no idea you were so awesome.”

“I had no idea you smelt like peaches,” he answers.

“Sax?”

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