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“Thanks for taking me home.” Sunday smiles as she unfastens her seatbelt.
“So, it’s really a no from you? You’re going to leave a man out there hanging like that?” Sunday snorts and rolls her eyes.
“I’ll think about it, but you’re going to have to sweeten the pot.” I waggle my brows suggestively, and she smacks my forehead. “Try again, Charming.” She smirks as she gets out of the car and waves before heading into the elevator lobby.
Once out of sight, I rest my head on my seat and sigh while running my thumb over my lip where she bit me. Her going is a bad idea. So bad. Like there isn’t a worse idea I could possibly have. She and I need time apart because we keep fucking locking lips. I don’t lock lips. No, her staying here and me going to the wedding alone is the perfect way for us to reset.
But even as I come to that conclusion, I’m trying to think of ways to entice her into coming along.
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I runmy hands over my face before crawling into my bed and hugging my pillow. God, I’m exhausted. Once I had gotten back to the shop, I had a calf tattoo that took me the rest of the day and completely fucked over my back. Just as I close my eyes I hear the fainttap-tapon my wall and as much as I want to be annoyed, it makes me smile. I knock twice in return before my phone vibrates.
Sunshine: Okay, I know how you can sweeten this deal.
Me: Hit me
Sunshine: I mean… if you’re offering.
Me: Your wit, madam, is top tier.
I hear her laugh and instantly grin, feeling successful.
Me: Alright Sweetheart, I’m all ears.
Sunshine: Fine, I will go, I will be the best fake girlfriend you’ve ever had and in exchange, I expect Wade to get to experience an adventure and I demand a ridiculous amount of Starbursts.
Me: Starbursts? Like, the candy?
Sunshine: It is the greatest candy known to man.
I snort a laugh as I type out my response.
Me: Well, that's arguable.
Sunshine: No, it’s not.
Sunshine: I mean you are entitled to your embarrassingly wrong opinion, but that is what it is, wrong.
Sunshine: Anyhow, I love Starbursts, more importantly I love the orange ones, they are the elite flavor and I only get like four to a pack. So…
Sunshine: I’m going to need four packs worth of orange Starbursts.
I bark out another laugh and I hear her smack the wall in response.
Me: You want me to get you four packs worth of orange Starbursts–which IS the grossest candy known to man, to get you to play my girlfriend this weekend?
Sunshine: Up for the challenge?
Me: Game on.
Chapter11
Sunday
Wow.
It’s the only word I can think of to describe the house in front of me. It’s as if the Hallmark Channel’s Christmas special vomited on top of a Dutch colonial house. I mean, I love Christmas decorations plenty, but it’s April.
