“Jesus Christ,” he grumbles while throwing his blankets off and walking over to me. “Hand me your phone.” “Why? What are you going to say? Don’t say anything stupid.” “Any more stupid than I ate an apple?” He quirks one brow at me. “You know what I mean.” He shakes his head in annoyance and then starts typing away on my phone. I try to look over his shoulder, but he turns away from me, blocking me from seeing the screen. “What are you writing? Hey, I can’t see. Did you send it? Don’t send it without my approval, and don’t say anything inappropriate like ‘I like your ass.’” He glances over his
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