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Shane: nvm

Shane: that was a butt dial

Shane: nothing to see here

Jace: how does one butt dial a text?

Shane: is this jace?

Jace: yes

Jace: you must have a magic ass if you can text with it

Shane: maybe I used my dick

Shane: wait

Shane: forget I said that

Shane: no dick dials here

Jace: you sound drunk

Shane: I am

Shane: are you?

Jace: no

Shane: boring

Shane: you should come to the crypt

Shane: theres lots of hot belmont girls here

A weird and now familiar flare of dark heat licks at my chest.

Jace: is that what you’re looking for tonight? A hot girl?

Shane: I wasn’t

Shane: but maybe that’s what I need to stop thinking about you

Shane: fuck

Shane: you can just go ahead and delete that from your brain since I cant delete it from your phone

Jace: yeah, that’s not happening

Jace: you’re thinking about me while you’re surrounded by hot girls?

Shane: maybe

Shane: but that’s just because you’re in my head

Shane: so maybe I need to get with a girl tonight to forget about you

Jace: is that what you want? To forget about me?

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