“And this is your final decision for what you’re wearing?” I ask in a falsely delicate voice. Rylie’s eyes narrow, smile growing. “Yeah. Why?” “You know the Duolingo owl?” “… Yes?” I give him a pointed look up and down, then shrug. “Just saying.” I’m drowning in lust but I’d never go easy on him. Rylie stares at me, then shakes his head, a suppressed laugh chopping up his voice. “You’re such a little pill.” “It’s just an observation!” I whine, wrapping my arms around his trim waist. He pretends to push me away, but I hold on tighter, the low roughness of his chuckles vibrating against my
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