“That won’t work.” “Why is that?” she asks, without looking at me. She’s only looked at me a handful of times since we’ve been here. It’s annoying. “Because it’s due tomorrow.” “And you have the rest of the evening.” “I live with another dude who, by now, has guests, so as soon as I get home, all the blood in my brain is gonna drop to my dick, and my shit won’t get done.” Her cheeks color once again. “Sorry, but I can’t stay.” “Again, not gonna work—” “Look.” The chick finally makes the conscious decision to look at me, her brown eyes on the frustrated side. “I understand why you think you
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