By the time I come back down, Taylor is waiting on the curb in his truck with a big, crooked grin, snapback on backward. “I’m here to pick up my date,” he calls from the open window. “Have you seen him? Super tall, sexy curls, plays football?” “Haven’t seen him, but I’m happy to take his place.” Hopping into the passenger seat, I lean over for a kiss. “I charge by the hour, though. Hundred bucks.” “Damn, that’s cheap. I can swing that,” he chuckles as he pulls out of the parking lot, and my chest swells. It feels...odd to be flirting with him like this. Not in a bad way, but freeing. It should
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