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"O-okay," I replied.

Taking my hand, he placed a kiss on my thumb, removing the leftover sugar with a brief but devastating brush of his tongue.I couldn't have spokenthen even if I'd wanted to.

Before he could leave, Scarlett said, "Hey Bo, you should come over for dinner sometime."

His eyes moved from my sister to me. "If Kent wants me there, I'll be there," he said.

"She does."

I did, but I wasn't sure how I felt about Scarlett actually saying that.

Bo lifted a brow, and I smiled, giving him a nod.

"Cool." To Scarlett, he said, "You two should come to the soccer game tomorrow."

"Oh, fun," Scarlett said, and I shot her a look of disbelief.

She either didn't see or chose to ignore it.

"We'll be there," I said. "Thanks for the invite."

Bo tilted his head. "You're my girl, Kent. I'd love to see you at all my games."

"You would?"

"Of course."

With a clearing of his throat, he stood, grabbed his bag, nodded to us, and then he was gone. Scarlett and I watched him go. When I turned to her, Scarlett's face was alive with all the things she hadn't said.

"What?" I asked.

"I like him," Scarlett said.

"I know," I said back. "You invited him to dinner—and called soccer 'fun'."

"You're welcome for that."

"You have literally zero interest in sports, Scar."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Yes, but Bo will be playing. Andas previously stated, I really like him."

"Hmmm.Too bad he's already taken."

She crossed her arms with a smug grin. "Jealousy is a good look on you, Lotte."

"That wasn't jealousy," I retorted.

"Whatever you say. You two are so smitten. It's disgusting."

The bell rang, and we stood.

"Will you at least admit that you like him too?" she asked.

I sighed.

"I do like him, Scar," I confessedthen shook my head. "So much more than I should."

"I gotthat when you gave him some of your roll," she muttered, twining her arm through mine as we walked. "Youpractically growl when I skim your fries."

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