“And that would make me your boyfriend,” he said, his eyes dancing. He was right. And I was terrified. “We’ve only known each other for two weeks,” I said. “This is only our third date.” He shook his head. “I don’t care.” I bit my lip. “Jason, I take that status really seriously.” “I hope so, because so do I. Look, I don’t care what the rule books say we should be doing right now. I like you. You like me. We agree that we’re exclusively seeing each other. And I want you to be able to tell random a cappella groups that hit on you that you have a boyfriend.” Then he leaned in and kissed me. “And
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