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“They’re so stinkin’ cute!”

“I think they had a pretty good chance with the family gene pool.”

We embrace again before I head off to get ready for tonight. Okay, it’s not a date night, I get it. But since Olive ratted me out anyway, there’s no need to keep denying that I still want to look cute. There’s nothing wrong with that. Plus, usually at the live games there’s tons of hot guys there. Two birds, one stone, or something like that.

I have a long soak in the tub; something else I don’t really have time for, and I read some of my book while I soak. Like clockwork, texts start buzzing through my phone. After the third one in a row. I pick it up, smiling to myself when I see who it is.

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Enemies to lovers. It’s a thing

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I don’t get why they don’t just bang

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Okay, they did bang

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They’re banging a lot

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I’m never eating a cucumber again

I laugh out loud, putting my book aside as I text back.

Me

Oh, you can’t handle a little ‘vanilla’? Poor baby

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If this is vanilla, I’m fucked

Me

I did try to warn you there were vegetables involved

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Now I know what y’all are reading, frankly, I’m shocked

Me

You are not. You just wish you could be more creative with salad

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Careful, I’m still reeling from the St. Andrews Cross and sex chaise comment

Me

Don’t tell me you didn’t know what those things were?

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