Accidentally Amy
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Izzy: You should come over for lunch. I’ll make you something with the ketchup, soy sauce and American cheese in my fridge if you’re nice to me.  Blake: Damn, girl, you really know how to tempt a guy.  Izzy: Right? And I’m wearing my grandma’s housecoat at the moment, so I’ll even look sexy AF while I cook.
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Blake: Baby, you could wear any-fucking-thing, serving any-ass-food, and I would be frothing-at-the-mouth interested.  Izzy: Ooh – I’m “baby” again. Will you say it NOW?
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Izzy: For sure. This whole thing is either love or spoiled meat.  Blake: Well, then - I spoiled meat you.  Izzy: I spoiled meat you, too.
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“My 1:15 meeting was cancelled, so I decided to take the afternoon off. Pizza’s on the way.”  She kept squinting at him. “Who was the meeting with?”  “Brad,” he said.  “Why did he cancel?”  “He didn’t,” he said, and he watched as her eyes moved all over his face. “I did.”  “You cancelled your meeting.”
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That pinching feeling; fuck, it was going to kill him.
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“Isabella Clarence, I love you so much that I can barely breathe. Please never change, okay?”
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“Clarence.” He looked down into her face, smiling up at him, and he tried counting the constellation of freckles on her nose. One. Two. Three. Four— “Shut up – you are lying!”  He laughed, still just as shocked as the first time he’d heard it, and he knew he’d never get sick of the wild animation of her face. She gaped at him, her pretty mouth wide open, and he said, “Swear to God.”
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She blinked fast, then gave her head a shake, then wrapped her hand around his tie and gave it a tug. “This is – by far - the most shocking thing I’ve ever heard. Do you believe in fate, Mr. Chest?”
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“I didn’t until I met you, Starbucks Amy.”
“Are you saying my kiss got you hooked?”  He raised a hand and pushed her hair off her face. “Honey, I was hooked the minute you felt me up in Starbucks, checking for a third nipple in those dirty-ass glasses.” Izzy laughed, but she felt the same. She’d belonged to Blake since the very second she’d stolen a PSL and accidentally became Amy.
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