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               “So, like I said. I lost my shit. I told him his skinny ass and small junk should
            fit fine in the bed with his girlfriend. He laughed, and then I told him my date
            Henry and I would enjoy the fuck out of that room since he was in my business.”
               I keep a straight face, but everything in my body speeds up. We really could
            enjoy the fuck out of that room, and the rest of the house would know. Sanya slams

            her bottle of water on the table.
               “He laughed, said you didn’t exist, and hung up in my face.” Her big eyes fill
            with worry.
               “I’m sorry for involving you in my bullshit and signing you up as a fake
            wedding date. I fell into the biggest wedding cliché because I was so pissed.”
               I fork a piece of chicken in my mouth and moan. It is delicious. “How many
            days?”
               Sanya sits up straighter, hopeful.
               “Four-day weekend. We’d leave Thursday night and return on Monday.”
               Four nights in the same bed as Sanya would be a true test of my willpower, but
            I can’t let that asshole win.
               “I’m in.”
               Sanya springs out of her chair and claps like someone on The Price is Right. I

            chuckle, as she pulls me into a hug. Best. Hug. Ever. My seated position means my
            head is resting on her breasts. I wrap my arms around her waist and get everything
            I can out of that hug. I am mere moments from nipping at one of them when she
            moves.
               “Tell me…” I ask, recovering from my lapse of judgement. “Just how cliché are
            we gonna be? New relationship, steady boyfriend, fiancé?” I supply, giving her the
            more serious types of relationships in hopes of stealing a few kisses at least. She
            studies me quietly; a flash of something moves over her expression and is gone
            before I can decipher it.
               “I’ll think about it and let you know.” I nod. “Have you tried on the dress?”
               She bobs up and down excitedly in the chair. Her curls spring at her shoulders.
            “Yes, and just as I’d expected. I was right, I’m gonna look damn good.”
               “I can’t wait to see their faces.” I also can’t wait to have her in a bed. I choose
            to keep that to myself.
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