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“Me,” I supply for her.

“Yes. Definitely that.”

Chapter 15

Olivia

Ethan:Rapid fire comin’at ya.

Me:Please hold while I stretch.

Me: *Sends weird stretching Gif*

Ethan:Ready?

Me:One sec…

Me:Okay, GO!

Ethan:Plain or Peanut. Mountains or Beach. Apple or Banana. Salsa or Queso. Milky Way or Snickers. Comedy or Suspense. Movie theater or Netflix and Chill. Peanut Butter: Creamy or Chunky. Heights: Hell yes or You’re outta your mind. Decorating for Christmas early or late.

Me:Peanut. Beach. Banana. BOTH – duh. Milky Way. Comedy. Depends who I’m with ;) Creamy. Hell yes, if I have someone to hold. Early, Always.

Me:Same questions.

Ethan:Plain. If you’re in a bikini, beach otherwise mountains. I’ve got a banana for ya. I know, that one was a terrible question – both for me, too. I’ll Netflix and Chill with you any day. Creamy. I’ll hold you. I’ve never decorated for Christmas.

Me:What? How have you NEVER decorated for Christmas?

Ethan:Well, I have. But not since I’ve lived on my own. Doesn’t seem worth it.

Ethan:Hello?

Ethan:Liv? You there?

Ethan:Are you okay? Where’d you go?

Ethan:Shit. Was it something I said?

Chapter 16

Ethan

“I’m still not speakingto you.”

“It’s been two days.”

“I don’t associate with Grinches.”

“How am I a Grinch?” I’m grinning. I can’t help it. She’s so animated.

She guffaws and I imagine she’s throwing her arm in the air, stomping around her apartment. I miss her like crazy.

“I just can’t believe you don’t decorate for Christmas! How do you get into the spirit?”

“Trust me, I get plenty of it from the stores and even in the bar. We’ve got spirit.”

“Yes you do?” she teases, like she’s finishing a cheer.

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