Taking a breath, I answer. “Hello?” Wherever Jake is, it’s loud. He sighs into the phone. “What the hell are you doing to me, Seattle?” “I’m answering your many many texts,” I reply. “Why, did you not want me to?” “I’m out with the guys. I almost fell out of my chair and just shuffled to the bathroom sporting a semi.” “Where are you?” I say, stretching out on the bed. Just the sound of his voice is soothing me, even as it spins me up tighter. “I don’t know. Some beach bar. Seattle, why do I have a topless photo of you on my phone?” “You’ve been sending me topless photos all weekend. I thought
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