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“Thank you, Professor. Do you offer a course in not being a total dick?” “Not currently.”
I smirk at my reflection. “Game on, dog boy.”
“Oh, sweetie,” she says, voice sugar-slicked and lethal. “You wish I’d run. But lucky you, I’m stuck here housebreaking the overgrown puppy who still hasn’t figured out how to follow basic instructions.”
I grab the pack, sit back down, and without a word, drop the whole thing into my still-steaming coffee.
“Yeah, you’re as civilized as a damn racoon.”
“Your big, shiny house doesn’t mean shit when a fucking loser lives in it.”
I grip the receiver tighter, jaw clenched so hard it aches. “I assumed you were going to be my date,” I bite out. “Cass. Come on.”
“Fine,” I say, and it comes out rough. “I’m asking now. Be my date. Come with me.”
“My soul saw yours the first day we met. You don’t understand, Cass, I lost my soul that day. It belongs to you now.”
“That’s too much.” “Is it?” I ask. “Because I can pretend it’s not. If that’ll make you happy. I can pretend I’m not completely in love with you. I can play it cool. I can act like this is nothing but a crush or a fling, if that makes this easier for you.”
