He shrugged, seeming a little nervous, which didn’t add up. Royce didn’t do nervous. “I don’t like the friend zone, Squirrel. I kept thinking maybe if I flirted with you enough…but I’m starting to think I really need to take a hint and move on.” My mouth flapped open and shut a couple of times, and I blinked like a fucking owl. “Excuse me?” He sighed heavily, then got to his feet. I watched, confused, as he grabbed the notepad and pen off the little writing desk and scribbled on it. Then he returned to where I sat in a puzzled, frozen state and handed me the paper. “Here, I’ll put it in
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