Narrowing my eyes with determination the moment he sits down, I remove my phone from my pocket—because in case I neglected to mention, the man got me a dress with pockets. Rose: Seriously. Please tone down the flirting. The second after I hit send, the coat around me sounds with a couple little typewriter clicks—the same ringtone as mine. Levi holds out his hand. “Sorry. I think my girlfriend just texted.” He’s going to be the death of me. Pulling out his phone, I accidentally wake up the screen and discover that he has just about three million notifications—to an extent that my text isn’t
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