Page 132 of I Wanna Text You Up

Ten monthslater

“Explainto me again why I’m doingthis?”

“Because I’m cute and you adoreme.”

“Fuck,” he mutters. “It’s cold as shit outhere.”

“Shit ishot.”

“What wasthat?”

I turn around. “I said shit is hot, likeme.”

“Did you just liken yourself toshit?”

“Oh.” My mouth drops open. “Well, whatever. You know what Imean!”

He chuckles. “I d-d-do.”

“Oh my gosh, stop being a big baby. It’s not that bad outhere.”

“Says the girl who’s completely bundled up rightnow.”

“You have a coat ontoo.”

“A coat, Zoe! A coat! I am wearing nothing but a pair of gold fucking booty shorts under this oh-so-warm coat ofmine.”

I grin. “And who’s fault isthat?”

He lets out a string of curse words. “Mine. I should have lied, should have said it was the worst damn meal I’d ever had in my entirelife.”

“You can’t lie to the ones youlove.”

“I’m really starting to question just how much I loveyou.”

“Because it’s so much more than you imagined,right?”

“Sure, we’ll go with that.” He shivers again. “Seriously, are these doors opening soon or not? My dick is about to falloff.”

“Quit being sodramatic.”

To be fair, wearestanding outside in about thirty-five-degree weather and Calebisonly wearing a jacket over his “booty shorts”, but that’s what happens when you bet your girlfriend she can’t cook you a decent meal and she wins saidbet.

“I cannot believe you made me dress up asRocky.”

“Should have asked the terms of the bet before agreeing and shaking onit.”

“Seriously, you are so fucking lucky you’re cute, and can deep-throat.”

I smack at his chest. “Caleb!”

“What!”

“You are such anass!”

“But you loveit.”

“So! Wait, I meanno!”

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