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“Then, we’ll be there. Can we bring anything?”

“Just yourselves. I’ll take care of the rest. Do you know where I live?”

She shakes her head.

“I’ll send you the address as soon as you give me your number.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, her gaze glued to the pavement, she rattles off a few numbers, and I commit them to memory.

“I’ll text you,” I tell her.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” she mutters under her breath.

I laugh, then press my forefinger to her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “I’ll see ya tomorrow, Say.”

My touch disappears from her silky skin before she gulps but holds my stare. “Bye, Owen.”

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“Alright, who’s ready for Episode One?” Owen calls with a giant orange bowl of popcorn resting in his arms.

Chanting ensues. “We are! We are!”

“Good. I need everyone to go to the bathroom and wash your hands. Grady, show Turner where the bottles of soda are in the fridge. You guys can each pick something for the movie. Now, go! Move, move, move!”

The two boys dash off to follow Owen’s orders while he lifts his chin toward the empty spot on the couch beside me. “Can I sit here?”

I scoot a few inches closer to Skye on my opposite side. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Thanks.” He plops down beside me.

“I’m gonna go use the restroom,” Skye informs us, leaving me alone with a certain someone who is far too close for my liking.

Gee, thanks, Skye. Way to be a cock-blocker for me. I glare at her retreating form before giving Owen a tight smile.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

I can smell him over the buttered popcorn. The combination is dizzying and makes my mouth water. He nudges the bowl a few inches closer to me. “Want some?”

“Um, sure.” I pop a few kernels into my mouth and moan when the white cheddar explodes across my tastebuds.

His dry chuckle makes me squirm. “Still your favorite, I assume?”

“You remembered?”

“Hell, yeah. You got me hooked on this stuff.”

“White cheddar popcorn and Star Wars. Noted,” I tease through another mouthful of deliciousness.

Pressing his shoulder to mine, his heat brands me. “Trust me, Say. Those are just the tip of the iceberg.”

“Oh, really?” I challenge. “Like what?”

“Like gummy bears.”

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