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When the Rhodes boys knew they had found the person they wanted to be with forever, they took her out in the vintage Porsche 911, a deep emerald green like the forests surrounding our town. Avery, Hannah, and Sadie had all been picked up in the car. There was no way I was getting in that car.
“You know what grown women like?” “True crime documentaries.” Emmett paused before nodding. “Yeah, I think a lot of women do like those, but no, that’s not what I’m getting at. Stability. Responsibility. A reliable guy.” He gestured at himself. “Look at me, Finn. What do I look like?” I surveyed his Oxford shirt and neatly combed hair. “A dork.” Holden and Wyatt laughed, and Emmett shook his head at them.
I’d cover that nose with kisses if I didn’t think she’d punch me in the dick.
“Stop staring at my ass.” “I’m not,” I said, eyes on her ass.
Yesterday, there was a bird cartoon sticky note on my car window of the bird driving a car. It said bird needs an oil change—leave the keys with the asshole across the hall and he’ll get it done. This morning, I opened my front door to a coffee with a sticky note of the bird half asleep and drinking coffee, with little z’s floating out of its head.
“I’m going to kill you in your sleep,”
“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” I started chanting, head whipping around like someone else had said it. “Oh my god? What’s that?” Liv snorted. “Finn—” It was too late. “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” fifty people chanted, clapping.
“It’s not a big deal. Don’t get a boner over it.”

