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“Right back atcha. So you might want to warn your song and dance man. Oh. Shh! Louis solo alert!” She grabs the remote and turns up the volume.

“But seriously, Jenna, if Cole—”

“Shh!” She smacks my leg. “Hush. Forget Cole. Forget Noah.” She gestures toward the TV with both hands. “All other boys cease to exist when Louis Tomlinson is singing.”

I quiet as commanded, because although Louis is singing now—like the pirate version of an angel, I might add—I know that Harry is about to do a vocal riff, and he totally kills it on those.

On the carpet beside me, my phone vibrates.

Noah:

I’m on break. Missing your smile.

Faith:

*melts*

Noah:

That was the goal. Hope you’re having a good time with Jenna.

Faith:

Yep. We have bacon & chocolate.

Noah:

Sweet.

Noah:

…and salty.

Faith:

Cute. Your humor is well-cured.

Faith:

I can’t believe I said that.

Faith:

My brain-to-thumb connection is fried. I blame the bacon.

Noah:

I thought it was funny.

“No boys!” Jenna presses pause on the remote, grabs my phone, and scoots away so I can’t grab it. “I take that back. Boys, yes. But only unattainable British boy band boys.”

Jenna types something into my phone. Waits. It buzzes. She types something else, grins, and hands it back to me.

Faith:

This is Jenna. We’re having a girls-only night. Go away.

Faith:

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