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“I wasn’t the one that told anyone last time.”
Yeah, I guess that had been me. “I’m sorry about your shirt. Do you want me to go try to find something of my dad’s?”
“No, definitely not. If your dad sees you he’ll have too many questions. And I don’t have a death wish.”
“Fair. Should I get your jacket?”
“My jacket is yours, Scarlett.”
I smiled. “Okay.”
“I should get going.”
I tried to hand him his shirt but he shook his head. “No, that’s yours too.”
“As if having this won’t get me in trouble. But I guess I can throw it in the wash right away.”
“Good idea.”
We both just stared at each other for a moment.
I wanted to ask him to stay for dinner. But I couldn’t exactly do that when he was shirtless. My dad would not like that at all.
He cleared his throat. “I guess I should get going.”
“Yeah, I have laundry to do real quick.”
He laughed. “Goodnight, Scarlett.”
“Night, Jacob.” I watched him walk out of the room and my shoulders slumped. Yeah, I was definitely more confused than ever.
Scarlett and the Fake Boyfriend - Chapter 23 – That’s Enough Stevenses For One Week
Monday
Jacob’s shirt was in the laundry. And my face was now clean. But I’d had to put on my glasses because it was the only way to stop my eyes from burning.
I felt...hyper. Like I had all this energy I needed to release. And I kept pressing my thighs together.
I stared down at the cracked screen on my phone. Hopefully my dad wouldn’t be too mad about this. It was tempting to use the credit card I had in case of emergencies. But last time I’d used that, I’d bought my high heels and wound up grounded. I wasn’t going to risk it.
And technically my phone still worked. I pulled up the last text from my kiss thief. He said he was playing the long game. He wanted to marry me. And that was something only an older person would be thinking of. Like Mr. Halifax.
“I’m only 17,” I texted back.
His response came right away. “You’ll be 18 soon.”
Ah!My kiss thief was definitely Mr. Halifax, right? Like...who the heck else would this be? I’d be legal at 18. And maybe Mr. Halifax wouldn’t be arrested.
“And I did promise to steal all your firsts,” the kiss thief texted.
“You can’t steal a wife.”
“Want to bet?”
I pressed my thighs together as I stared at his text. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Yeah, but I bet we’ll be engaged next year. And Scarlett will sound good with my last name.”
