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He shrugged. “We might as well do whatever it is that makes us happy. Life is short.”
If only he knew how short life can be.
“So you’re telling me you put yourself out there?” I asked.
“Oh, on the regular.” He scrunched up his face and cringed a bit. “I have a confession to make. I’m a TikTok celebrity.”
I burst out laughing. “What? No, you’re not.”
His hands flew to his chest, and he narrowed his eyes. “Wait, why is that so hard to believe? I’m definitely qualified to be TikTok famous. I have over three million followers.”
“No way. That’s insane. What do you do on TikTok that would make you famous?”
“I give real estate tips.”
The way I laughed at him included a hardcore snicker and my head tossing back. “That’s how you’re getting our generation to engage on TikTok? With real estate tips?”
“Hey! You’re never too young to learn about the real estate world. Plus, people get really screwed over when they purchase their first homes. They need to know more details. Plus, this way, I can help more people around the world find their dream homes instead of just in New York, and they don’t end up broke doing it.”
“Don’t get me wrong—I think that’s brilliant and just more proof that you are a genuinely good person. But…it seems bizarre that you’d have so many followers for giving useful tips.”
He bit his bottom lip, and I watched as he nibbled on it.
I poked him in the arm. “What are you leaving out?”
“Hmm? What makes you think I’m leaving something out?”
“Uh, the fact that you have no poker face and you look as if you’re avoiding giving me all the details of your TikTok. You know what?” I reached into my back pocket and grabbed my cell phone. “Let me just pull out my phone and look you up and—”
“Okay, wait!” he said, tossing his hand in front of my phone. “Okay. So there is a little bit more to my TikTok.”
“Do tell.”
“I give the tips while dancing…”
“You do TikTok dances?”
“As if it’s my day job.” He narrowed his blues and shook his head. “You’re judging me.”
“I’m not. I just…the image of you doing those dances brings me more joy than I thought possible. I bet you do them shirtless,” I joked.
The way his face read guilty made me jump up and down.
“Oh my gosh! You do, don’t you? Connor…” I glanced around the penthouse to make sure no one was listening, and I moved in closer to him. “Do you set up thirst traps?”
“I do not set up thirst traps!” he whisper-shouted. He went back to biting his bottom lip and sighed. “Okay, I set up thirst traps, but you have to understand…supply and demand is the way the world works.”
“So you supply your knowledge, and they demand your abs?”
He gave me a wicked grin. “You think I got abs, Red?”
I rolled my eyes. “Look at your arms, Cap—your biceps are growing their own biceps. I’m sure your stomach exhibits that same level of fitness.”
“What, these ole things?” He smirked as he not-so-casually flexed his arms, posing as if he was the freaking Rock.
“Oh my gosh, stop,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks heat as people looked our way. “People are staring.”
“Should I take off my shirt and give them a real show?”
