We check the texts from my bodyguard. Frog has sent a few photos of us on the fountain. Where we’re smiling at each other. Where Donnelly has his hands on my head and stares affectionately into my eyes. Snowy Philadelphia, the stars, and fountain are perfectly framed in the background. It looks like a Philly love story. It’s beyond beautiful. “Sorry!” Frog calls out. “I’m preserving the moment! Not trying to ruin it! Shit,” she curses to Quinn. Then shouts to us, “Continue as you were! Make out! Kiss. Do the deed. We’ll look away.” “Frog,” Quinn groans. “What? No one’s around. Let them get it
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