Page 62 of Yours Until Forever

Tim:

This is curated thirst, sis. A buffet of potential.

Colin:

She doesn’t need names, bro.

Tim:

True.

Me:

Wait. What?

Colin:

You’ve already found him.

Tim:

Tall. Hot. Intense. He’s got that feral-but-contained look. Like he’s polite until he’s not. No one on my list even comes close.

Colin:

I can’t figure out why he hasn’t made his move yet.

Me:

Oh, he has. Trust me.

Tim:

EXCUSE ME? Run that back. Immediately. You just casually said “he made a move” like we weren’t out here STARVING for content.

Me:

We’re taking the girls to the science museum together on Saturday.

Colin:

Why am I sensing there’s more here that you’re not telling us?

Tim:

Agreed. She dropped “trust me” like it’s not a whole confession. Back it up, Queen, and spill.

Me:

He kissed me.

Tim:

See, this is why I don’t trust you. You hold onto the good gossip like it’s state secrets.

Colin:

How are you feeling about it?

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