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WILLOW: It’s not my story to tell.

LEIGH: Bash said the same thing.

WILLOW: Go to dinner. Let him explain. If you still hate him afterwards, then don’t fuck him.

LEIGH: I never said it was dinner.

WILLOW: ………

LEIGH: Are you talking to him?!

WILLOW: Gotta go. Bishop’s mom is insisting I participate in some Lawson family tradition that involves a pickle.

INDIE: Yeah you’re definitely going to have to explain that one later. Pickles and Christmas sound fun.

INDIE: As for you, Leigh, for what it’s worth, he seems like he’s trying. But I’m also just saying you don’t have to love him to fuck him. You don’t even have to like him.

LEIGH: Isn’t that what got us here in the first place?

INDIE: Just don’t get knocked up this time.

LEIGH: >

INDIE: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.

LEIGH: That isn’t saying much.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

LEIGH: Stop texting my friends.

LUCA: They’re my friends too.

LEIGH: Not when it comes to me, they’re not

LUCA: Why? I’m curious. Did they tell you to take me up on my offer?

LEIGH: No. They told me Donatis shouldn’t be allowed to touch such a pretty pussy.

LUCA: *gasp* She talks dirty.

LEIGH: You know what I’m capable of.

LUCA: I do. It’s my favorite memory to jerk off to.

LEIGH: And you had to go and ruin the moment.

LUCA: You’re saying you don’t think about that night?

LEIGH: Even if I do, a lady doesn’t kiss and tell.

LUCA: So you do think about it.

LUCA: What’s your favorite part?

LUCA: Mine is a tie between you on your knees with my cock between those pretty little lips of yours, and you telling me exactly how you wanted me to fuck you.

LEIGH: LUCA!

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