“I did answer.” He doesn’t miss a beat, dragging me flush against him. Making me gasp. “That’s one, Samantha. If I get to the three, this fucking towel comes with me. Now, answer my question.” My eyes narrow with boldness. “I did answer. You just don’t like what I said.” “Two,” he levels, jaw tensing. He wouldn’t really take it. Would he? Who am I kidding? He absolutely would. “Oh, come on,” I snark, throwing my arms up, daring him. “Sometimes, you just have to take the L, Cole.” “Three.” Oh shit. My hands shoot to the towel to hold it in place. “Okay, okay. The answer’s no. No boyfriend.
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