CJ peers over at me as my arm is slowly inched over by his arm, and then he smiles when my arm is dropped into my lap as he overtakes both of our armrests and really stretches the fuck out. I look down at my arm, then at his arm between us, and then back over at him. And I say, “Stop flirting with me.” CJ’s laugh is breathy and soft. “Do you want your armrest back?” “Are you going to just give it to me?” “Why wouldn’t I?” “I don’t know. Why would you just take it? I was comfortable.” “Just treating you like family. Isn’t that what you’re gonna be?” “Sure,” I slowly say. My eyes bounce between
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