“Sumner, what did you do?” He has the nerve to look proud of himself. “Made you off limits, Britta. It’s a rule that is rarely invoked among the group. But once it’s done, it’s fucking done.” He leans over until our foreheads are a breath apart. “If you don’t like it, then stop being my dream girl.” His mouth is warm and parted, our lips stroking sideways in the barest of touches, but it’s enough to shoot a zing down to my navel. “I should be angry at you. Calling dibs on me like I’m the last french fry.” “You’re more like filet mignon, sweetheart.” “The metaphor isn’t the issue. It’s the
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That’s the cheesiest shit I’ve ever heard 😆
