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Olivia: You also asked while I was brushing hay out of my sweater.
Lucian: You in a hay-dusted sweater is now my Roman Empire.
Olivia: I swear if you say the word “milkmaid,” I’m blocking you.
Lucian: I would never. You’re way too chaotic to be a milkmaid.
Olivia: Thank you?
Lucian: You’re more like the girl who burns the barn down because someone made eye contact with her before coffee.
Olivia: Accurate.
Lucian: It’s part of your appeal. You’re unhinged in a sexy, emotionally unavailable way.
Olivia: Please print that on my gravestone.
Lucian: I will. Right under “Died trying to survive Crawford Family Game Night.”
Olivia: How’s morale over there, anyway? Still losing?
Lucian: Scottie’s accusing Kade of dealing from the bottom of the deck. They’re exhausting.
Olivia: And yet you still have the energy to flirt. Incredible multitasking.
Lucian: It’s because I’m fueled by rage and the memory of your thighs.
Olivia: You need to be stopped.
Lucian: You’re not here. That was your one job.
Olivia: Sorry, I’m busy with Buster. He has better game than you.
Lucian: I bet Buster hasn’t memorized all your coffee orders.
Olivia: He offered me hay and silence. Honestly? It was perfect.
Lucian: I can offer silence. If you’re sitting on my face.
Olivia: Lucian.
Lucian: See? That’s the tone. That’s the voice I need whispering in my ear when I lose to Scottie and need emotional support.
Olivia: You seriously need therapy.
Lucian: Sure, but I also need you. In your jeans. Out of your jeans. Sarcasm optional.
Olivia: What do I get out of this deal?
Lucian: Board game revenge. Homemade brownies. Full control of the playlist during the flight home. And maybe I’ll let you win once.
Olivia: Tempting.
Lucian: You haven’t even heard the best part. I’ll carry your bags, compliment your weird slippers, and pretend I don’t get wildly turned on when you’re bossy in public.
Olivia: You’re the worst.
Lucian: That’s not what you said when I was licking your pretty cunt.
