Page 98 of You're My Cherry Pie

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Dumbass

That was unnecessarily rude.

That was a justified retaliation.

Dumbass

Fair enough.

Now, can I be lucky enough to steal your attention?

I can’t stop the smile from stretching across my lips.

You already have it.

Dumbass

And for that, I’m a lucky man.

Okay, what I wanted to say was that I need a favor.

Name it. Unless it’s pegging, then don’t name it.

Dumbass

By telling me what not to name, you yourself needed to name it, therefore it’s already been named.

Finley Jonathan.

Dumbass

*kissing emoji*

What’s the favor, Dumbass?

Dumbass

Oh, yeah, that.

I need you to go to your house.

Wren and I both look at one another before going back to my phone.

For what possible reason?

Dumbass

There’s a surprise for you that I fear will expire if you don’t come quickly.

Expire?

Dumbass

Well, last I checked, cherry pie tastes horrendous when the ice cream has melted all over it. Essentially just cherry soup by that point.

My eyes widen and my grin turns to a full-blown smile.

Tell me you’re not fucking with me.