“I guess we’ll just have to date each other. We can be miserable together.” The words are out before I can even think about it, and I scramble for a way to backtrack. I don’t even know why I said it. I’d rather beat my head against a brick wall than date someone as infuriating as Anthony Lawson. Also, he’s fucking straight, which we established less than an hour ago even if he was vague about it. What the hell do I need to do to get this night to end, already? “Sounds good to me.” He chuckles. “Maybe I’ve been fishing in the wrong dating pool all along.” I stare at him. He knows I was kidding,
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