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Chapter Eighteen

EDDIE: Still thinking about your sweet red lips on my cock, by the way. Doesn’t really matter which car you’re in, so we might as well be together.

BIRDIE: Edward!!!

EDDIE: Just sayin’.

BIRDIE: You’re supposed to be talking to me like a friend again, remember?

EDDIE: And I told you I want to be more than your friend.

BIRDIE: I know I’m probably sending mixed messages. And that’s obviously because I have mixed feelings about this. I mean, I have a lot of feelings and they’re mostly good. They’re all good, actually. I’m just confused.

BIRDIE: I mean, we just needed to get that stuff out of our systems. Right?

EDDIE: I don’t think I’m ever getting you out of my system, Birdie Beckett. Anything about you. I don’t want to.

BIRDIE: You can’t say things like that to me.

EDDIE: I can’t not say things like that to you anymore. Sorry.

EDDIE: Nope. I lied. I’m not sorry. But I’ll try to wait for you to be more comfortable with this if that’s what you need.

EDDIE: Is it because I haven’t called Alana yet? I’ll call her right now.

BIRDIE: It’s not just that.

EDDIE: Calling her now.

BIRDIE: Eddie.

EDDIE: And then I’m gonna text you what I’ve been thinking about doing to you all morning.

BIRDIE: Eddie.

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ALANA: Great talk, Eddie!

ALANA: You really want this to be over?

ALANA: Is that really what you want?

ALANA: You don’t get to break up with me.

ALANA: I break up with you!

ALANA: Done.

ALANA: Just unfollowed you.

ALANA: It’s true, you can check.

ALANA: I’m going to unlike every single post of yours that I ever liked.

ALANA: You better call me back if you want any fucking chance of seeing me when you’re in New York.

ALANA: You’d better fucking call me back, Eddie.

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