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“Anything else?”

“You.”

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OWEN

Why did I say that?

Isla barely flinched, but she also didn’t lean into it. I’m not sure what I was expecting her to do though, so it’s not her fault.

That woman has more passion and love in her pinky finger than anyone I know, and it’s fascinating to watch. It’s remarkable to watch her speak about the things she loves.

I want her to talk about me that way, too.

If she were mine, she’s all I’d be able to talk about.

We talked for about half an hour more before I snuck out of her place, careful not to make too much noise before heading down the street to the garage I keep my car in.

For the first time since we started talking, I check my phone.

And realize I have about a million messages.

“When did you start playing guitar?”

“Dude that’s so weird. Just say you need to get laid. I got you.”

“I need you to tell me if you’re about to spiral out of control. You feeling okay?”

“Hey, I’m not saying you need it, but let’s say, well, let’s say you may need to get some help? I know a good therapist I swear.”

Well, that video spread quickly.

But I don’t even care.

The second I get into my car I hit my head on the back of the seat. I’m so incredibly screwed. More screwed than I’ve ever been in my life. Royally, terribly screwed.

I like Isla way more than I’ve ever been able to admit, and I really have to up my game.

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ISLA

It’s the end of week five, and I’m kicking ass.

Okay, maybe I didn’t that one week. But every other week? I’ve been on point, at the top of the league with only Owen next to me.

I’ve avoided embarrassing punishments while also winning against Owen most weeks, picking out most of his punishments.

If I wasn’t super aware of his competitiveness, I’d almost think that he was letting me win. But I know he’s trying to crush me.

Owen Crosby

What’s it going to be this time, Peaches?

I smile at the text. The Monday night game just ended, and his player wasn’t good enough to surpass my numbers.

I think I want you to take me apple picking.

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