“Love that shirt,” Oscar says, motioning to the white button-down I wear. His button-down. Everyone is in formal attire. “How many more are you going to steal from me, Long Beach?” “Probably all of them,” I smile widely, sucker up against my cheek. “You want it back?” “I have a feeling that even if I say yes, I won’t see it again.” “That’s not true,” I say with a bigger breath. I pull the sucker out of my mouth, and Oscar takes it. He slips the sucker between his lips. I smile more. That was hot. Nerves start to subside. “Why is that not true?” “We’re together, Oscar. You’ll see your clothes
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