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“Our house? Oh my god, when are you getting married?”

“Shut up.”

“Have you told him you love him yet?”

“No, there’s never the perfect time.”

“Really? You can’t just blurt it out during sex? Men love that shit.”

“So romantic. No, I’m too busy having insane orgasms to have coherent thoughts.”

“Gross. Tell me everything.”

“You’re impossible.” Despite the stressful day, I can’t help smiling so big it hurts my cheeks.

I hear Levi crying in the background and she sighs.

“Gotta go, little monster is awake.”

“Alright, I’ll see you in a few weeks. And I apologize in advance for not keeping in touch—sex brain and all that.”

“I love you! See how easy that was! Try not to mess everything up again.” She hangs up and I let out a big breath. I am never going to live that down.

Adam's Actual Phone Number

Monday 10:22 a.m.

don’t lose hope, I have a plan

Does your plan include a mutiny?

actually, sort of

What?

you’re already some of the staff’s favourite masseuse, they’re ready to go to bat for you

Isn’t that the wrong sport? Shouldn’t you be making a hockey reference, Coach?

the correct response is thank you

I’ll thank you tonight

you canthank me now

A knock at my window scares the crap out of me.

“What the hell?” I unlock the Jeep, holding my chest like that can stop my heart from escaping. I look at him expectantly when he settles in the seat beside me, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Adam, why are you here?”

“Do you want to get lunch? I’m starving.”

“Adam, communication.”

He sighs. “Fine, I got fired.”

“What?!”

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