“You don’t teach tomorrow, right?” he asked. “Yeah.” “Neither do I.” She tried to bite back her smile. “Yeah. I know. What’s your point?” He shrugged, tossing the chicken bone on the plate between them. “Nothing, just…you know…if you were interested in having a sleepover with the special dude you’re dating—” Deja rolled her eyes and threw a packet of wet wipes at him. “Shut up.” He caught the packet with a deep huff of laughter. “You really want to spend the night?” she asked. He looked at her, and it was his turn to roll his eyes. “Of course, I do, but I’m not gonna beg.” “You sure about
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