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So now that you’re in like with me, do you think we should start color coordinating our outfits?”
She rolled her eyes and groaned. During the last half hour of our car ride, I’d hounded her about her confession. Mostly because I liked to see her squirm. Well, and because she liked me. I was freaking stoked. So I teased her about everything from the necessity of pet names to the value of posting couples’ selfies on various forms of social media to suggestions about our “celebrity” name—I was rooting for Macity.
“For what it’s worth, I’m in serious dislike of you right now.”
I laughed, enjoying this way too much. “We should also start having sleepovers…since you’re in like with me.”
She pressed her palms to her forehead then dragged them down her face. “Oh. My. God. I’m going to kill you before we even make it out of this car.”
“Tomorrow I’ll run to the store and get extra toothbrushes so we can keep them at each other’s places. Should I get his and hers towels too?”
She banged her head on the headrest.
“Too soon?” I pulled into the parking lot of the marina. “Okay, only toothbrushes.”
“I’m going to murder you with that fucking toothbrush if you don’t stop saying ‘in like’ with you.”
I parked the car. “You started it.” The overhead light popped on as I got out.
“Mason!”
I laughed as the car door shut.
Grumbling, she got out, and I greeted her on the passenger side.
“One more, then I promise I’m done.” I shut her door and pushed her up against it. “I’m happy you’re finally in like with me because I’ve been in like with you for a while
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