Accidentally Amy

by Lynn Painter

“I hated this shirt anyway.” She coughed out a laugh, relieved he wasn’t mad. “I did, too, but I didn’t know how to tell you. Hence the PSL.”

wondered what in God’s name was actually happening. She said, “They’re usually not--” “Yes, I think they probably are,” he teased, without looking up.

“You have…a cat?” she asked in a near-whisper, defeated with the realization that even a dagger through the heart couldn’t protect her if Blake was a cat guy. “I have two,”

“Suit yourself. Honest question - can you do a one-handed push-up?” “Probably…?” “Fascinating. I will file that little morsel away to revisit later.” She

“I’m a little obsessed with Reylo fanfic.” He said, “I'll be honest - I don’t know what those words mean.” “You don’t know what fanfic is?” she asked. “I mean, sort of," he said. "It’s just, like, people making up new stories about existing works, right?”

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“Isabella Shay is your employee, so you definitely shouldn’t be communicating with her after hours. But if, from time-to-time, you were to get a random text from Amy, a girl you met at Starbucks, would that be such a bad thing?” Shit-shit-shit-shit, he thought, knowing what the correct answer was. There were no grey areas regarding ethics in the workplace - he wholeheartedly believed that. So he didn't know what the fuck was wrong with him when he heard himself say, "I suppose not."

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“Do you think you can do fifty pushups with me on your back?” He shrugged and seemed chill about it. “Maybe. Let’s go.”

“That’s twice,” she said, quietly so no one else could hear, “That you’ve said my real name.” “Well, hop on and make me say it again when we win.” He didn’t mean that suggestively, did he? She knew the answer, but he just made her so fucking aware of him. She said breathlessly, “Okay - boarding.”

“It’s totally unfair,” Josh said to his friends as they scrambled to reload their guns, “That this particular challenge was drawn when Izzy brought the fucking Witcher to our party.”

“My best friend makes me sit in the back seat of his car like I’m a little bitty baby child. Nice.”

I’ll do it, but I’m very afraid of falling in love with your cats. It took a few minutes for Blake to respond, and his words did something to her already riotous belly.

She was a big believer in the five-second rule, but in Blake’s kitchen she’d go a full thirty. Minutes.

Izzy: You're not the boss of me. Blake: I am quite literally the boss of you.

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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?