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“How about we keep doing this until you start to hate it? A truce. Waving the white flag.” My hands move to her back, running along the line of her spine. “All’s fair in weather and war, right, Quinny baby?”

“Right.” A gentle nod. The shadow of another smile behind a quiet laugh. “Are you happy?”

I just slept with the girl I’ve had a goddamn crush on since I was sixteen. I’m on top of the fucking world.

“Yeah.” I sit up, keeping her in my lap. I kiss her forehead, my lips lingering there for longer than they should. If she notices, she doesn’t say. “I’m pretty fucking happy.”

THE RAINY DAY SHOW COMMENT SECTION

@BeakersAndBarometers:Another Quibby episode is dropping tomorrow! What’s the occasion?

@TeenageDramaQueen:I love that there’s a ship name for them.

@StacyShortcake73:They’re going to talk about that wave working its way across the Atlantic for sure. Every model is showing a Florida landfall, and some are predicting it to be a monster. They probably want to cover it together to increase viewership.

@BeakersAndBarometers:This should be a regular thing. Listening to them makes my scientist heart so happy. And the way they feed off each other? It works so well. I actually want to pay attention.

@JagsFanSince95:I hope the wave ends up being nothing. I went through my first hurricane last year and it was so scary. Why do they always come at night?

Sebastian

Cooper is working tonight. Come by his place later?

I’ll be there.

It’s been two weeks, and no other hurricanes have formed. We’re doing our duties as civic servants. This is the plotline they should’ve gone with in Twisters, not that awful ending.

Glen Powell doesn’t do it for you?

I told you I’m a Helen Hunt guy.

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Figured you’d like my outfit today.

Forget later tonight. Come over right now.

The khaki pants? Are you kidding me, Monroe?

You’re going to have to wait. I have work to do.

What if I beg?

I’m listening.

Did you steal my underwear again?

Sebastian

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

You’re a thief, Dunn.

A thief who gives you the best orgasms of your life. At least that’s what you said last night.

I take it back.

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