“Looks like you picked up an admirer,” I tease. “One for me, twenty-five for you,” she teases right back, but I dismiss her comment with a wave. “That’s a non-starter, but you and that guy are both students. You could pursue it.” “No way.” Her lip curls. “He’s bad news.” “Is that so?” I exhale a laugh. “What is your definition of bad news, Miss Stead?” She shakes her head. “He’s a fuckboy. Women are notches on his bedpost, and his dates always do the walk of shame.” “Hm,” I nod, knowing the type. “But you’re a strong young woman. No judgment here if you want to blow off a little steam.” “No
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