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He’s wearing boxers and absolutely nothing else.
“You done gawking? Or should I flex while I wait for you to pull that phone out and take my number?” I start. And then I turn red.
“You look like you should carry a Chihuahua in your purse, but instead you have a bird that swears like a sailor.”
“I’ve known you for less than forty-eight hours, and you’ve mentioned tabloids twice. Stop. Looking. Fuck ’em.”
Yup
Kill me
NOT-SO-BREAKING NEWS: I miss you.
