Upon my return, I flashed him a devilish grin and leaned in to press my cheek against his and whisper seductively into his ear. “So how about it, Ashbloome—you DTF?” I cooed, my breath warming his neck. He snapped back as if he’d misheard me, his eyebrows almost flown completely off his forehead. “Um . . . am I what?” I drew back, the corners of my mouth fighting a smile. “DTF? Down to fieeestaaa!” Shaking my new maracas in the air, I drew his attention to the long conga line now snaking around the dance floor. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.” His face broke into a wide grin as he took my
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