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“So,” he says, “Thursdays and Sundays, you party.” “Yep.” “And on Fridays, you sit behind that front desk reading porn.”
“I’ve never kissed anyone sober,” I admit, my entire face flushing with heat. Vincent’s face softens. “Then practice on me,” he offers. “I’m here. I’m all yours.”
Harper and Nina ask me to put Vincent’s note in the center of our coffee table so they can huddle over it like two historians examining a precious artifact.
