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“Fine,” I replied, my eyes still closed.

“You took away my warmth when you left,” she said, scooting closer until she was curled into my back. I felt her breath on the back of my neck and her knee snaking between mine as she murmured, “Mm, better.”

I swear to God every muscle in my body relaxed like I’d been given the sweetest sleeping pill, and I took a deep breath of Izzy air.

She was right—thatwasway better.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Izzy

I couldn’t believe that VP Blake was still asleep.

It was seven o’clock, I was dressed (in his big T-shirt and a pair of his baggy shorts that I’d had to waist-roll two times) and ready for a run, while Blake lay face down on the bed as if comatose. I would’ve imagined him as one of those dudes doing burpees at 5:00 a.m., but apparently he liked sleeping in.

And I found that contradiction to be so adorable, God help me. I wanted to jump on his back and bounce up and down, just to irritate him awake and see his sleepy scowl.

After feeding the cats, I left him a note so he didn’t overdose Goodyear and quietly left the apartment. I still had his code from when I cat sat, so I didn’t bother with a key. It wasn’t until my second mile that I finally heard from him. His text notification silenced the Post Malone that was blaring through my AirPods.

Blake:Where did you go?

I stopped and replied,I’m under the bed.

Blake:You don’t seriously think I’m going to look, do you?

Izzy:In my head, you did.

Blake:Was I wearing coveralls, little perv?

I snorted and moved off the sidewalk and onto a bench. Texted,First of all, it’s LIL PERV. Second, no coveralls this time. This time you’re only wearing that pretty chest and a very precarious sheet.

Blake:What makes it so precarious?

I grinned and pictured naked Blake, sound asleep in his bed. Texted,The way it’s SOOO close to sliding off and exposing your junk.

Blake:Have I ever told you that you have a way with words?

Izzy:Don’t have to—I know it.

Blake:So—where’d you actually go?

Izzy:I’m running. Well, I WAS running until you texted. Now I’m sitting on a bench outside of a barber shop.

Blake:In your skirt?

I offhandedly wondered where that skirt was. The entire night was like some kind of fever dream. I texted:In your pants. I swear I didn’t rifle, but you had a pair of workout shorts folded on top of the dryer so I borrowed them.

Blake:Are they falling off of you? They must be huge.

Izzy:That’s what she said.

Blake:That doesn’t make sense.

Izzy:That’s what HE said?

Blake:Still not there.

Izzy:How about that’s what you said when I said I was wearing your shorts?

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