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Each of us took turns in telling the story of how we met, and of our non-existent first date. It slowly became a competition, which one of us could come up with the most ridiculous meet-cute.

We returned to hang out with Antoni, and I couldn’t ignore the observational eye of Rome. If no one else at the party was, she at least was onto us.

“So,” she said, gripping her drink, “how’s the job going?”

“Hard to say at the moment,” Livie sighed, “we know what we’re dealing with now, but now I just need to figure out the logistics.”

“You’re not going to be in any danger are you?” Rome asked Liv, but her eyes narrowed towards me.

“No, Rome,” she rolled her eyes.

“So,” Toni cleared his throat, changing the subject before his wife got too riled up, “have you had a drive of Liv’s car yet?” he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

I shook my head.

“And you’ll never get to,” Liv said without looking at me.

I frowned down at her, and put a hand over my heart, “ouch.”

“I’ve seen the condition of your cars, Samuel. Jolene is running way too rich, and you don’t even care. Why would I let someone disrespect my baby like that?”

I narrowed my eyes down at her, and bit the inside of my lip to stop myself from smirking.

She arched an eyebrow at me, daring me to challenge her.

“Should we get going?” I asked, surprising myself.

Our eyes were still locked, but she nodded slowly.

I took her arm, and dragged her out to the front of the house where my car was parked.

“Sammy,” she said, as we disappeared into the dark, my hand still wrapped around her bicep.

“Sam,” she repeated and I stopped.

I don’t know what came over me, but I spun around and picked her up, kissing her. I closed the gap between us and my car, and placed her down on the hood of it.

She didn’t push me away, like I thought she would. But I felt the split second of hesitation before she surrendered to our kiss, and her hands dug deeply into my shoulders.

We heard a rustling from behind us, and pulled apart, both looking in the direction of the noise.

It disappeared and I turned back to her.

“Do…” she looked down, “do you wanna come back to my place?”

“Absolutely.”

9

Chapter 9

Livie

We didn’t make it to my apartment.

I don’t know what came over us, but the drive seemed like an impossible amount of time to keep hands off of each other. He would look over at me from the corner of his eye, and I was unable to stop myself. Something about his gaze, something about the plain expression of desire on his face.

Like teenagers drunk on lust, and a little bit of beer.

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