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I glanced over at Lia. “Never have I ever lived in a bathroom at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.” Lia smirked, then slowly lowered the middle finger on her left hand. “Seriously?” Celine asked. Lia met the other girl’s gaze, a dangerous glint in her eyes. “Seriously.” Dean must have sensed that the look in Lia’s eyes didn’t bode well—for Celine, for Michael, for Lia—because he chose that moment to enter the game. “Never have I ever,” he said slowly, “made out with Michael Townsend.” “Someday, big guy,” Michael told him with a wink. “If you’re very, very good.” I stared at Dean, then lowered a finger. Why would you say something like that? I wondered, but as Lia lowered a finger, I realized exactly why Dean had chosen that statement. Celine didn’t move. “Never have I ever,” Michael said after a moment, “rashly assumed that my significant other was in love with a girl that I’d never met.” Lia lowered a finger and rearranged the fingers on her left hand so that only the middle finger was sticking up.
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