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He ain’t wrong.

I’ve got shapewear on, so the skin-tight black leather dress I’m wearing tonight makes me feel sosexy. I’ve got a deep shade of red on my lips to match my strappy heels.

I lookgood.

Rory

You seem a little eager to see me, Sparrow

Cole

Well, you aren’t here

Pic is all I can get right now

Rory

It almost sounds like you miss me

Cole

Maybe I do

Would that be so bad?

Rory

No

Because I miss you, too

It’s been a lot of fun hanging out with you more over the last month

Cole

Glad you think so

Because I’m not going anywhere

You’re stuck with me

Rory

There are worse people I could be stuck with

“Who are you texting, Ror?” Harlow says, popping her head up over my shoulder as I scream bloody murder, and my phone flies out of my hand, thankfully landing on the soft bed instead of the hard floor.

“Lo, what the fuck?!” I have my hand on my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. “You know you can’t do that to me.”

She’s laughing her ass off as Lucia and Ella look over to see what the commotion is. “Come on, it’s not like I get the opportunity for that often.”

“Easy to do when she’s barely let her phone out of her hand,” Ella laughs.

“I have not been on my phone that much,” I chide, hands on my hips.

“No,” Lucia says, “but you are on it pretty much every free second you’ve had.”

“So,” Harlow smirks. “Who were you texting?”

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