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“Whataboutcomparing them to a rose?” Florence asked, still highly suspicious.
“Can I compare Harlow to a Summer’s day? Am I to believe if she were named other than she was, she would be as sweet? Shall I be prepared for the course of love to not run smooth? Nay, does my Cupid kill with arrows or traps?”
Florence looked at me, then back at Apollo. She was trying very hard not to be impressed. I could see it in the way her mouth twitched. She was torn between trying not to give him any encouragement and trying to pout, and all she was doing was failing not to smile.
“You’re confusing your sonnets and your plays,” was what she finally said.
“Now, you’re mad I knowtoomuch Shakespeare?” Apollo laughed.
“No one should know that much Shakespeare,” Florence told him.
“Well, I’m obviously not the only one.”
“Next you’ll be quoting our Lady Jane,” Florence scoffed sarcastically.
“There is a stubbornness about me that never can bear to be frightened at the will of others,” Apollo answered.
I looked at Florence blankly, but she was gaping at Apollo. She snapped her mouth shut and narrowed her eyes.
“A truer attribution has never been appropriated,” she told him and he grinned cheekily in reply.
“Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.”
“Oh my God. Stop,” Florence breathed. “Don’t you normally have…other things to do on a Wednesday after dinner?” she asked.
I knew she didn’t mean ‘things’ but, if Apollo worked it out, he didn’t comment.
He shrugged. “I made myself available.”
“For what? Taking Harlow to a late-night movie?”
Apollo smiled at me. “If she likes.”
“Just where are these late-night movies?” I asked him.
“My room?” he said, with just a little bit of suggestion in his voice.
I couldn’t help but smile. “You propose to take me to the boys’ dorm this close to curfew?”
He grinned at me, and it was actually very endearing. “I’m Apollo-fucking-Callahan, sweetheart, I can do whatever I like.”
“Love the optimism. Get it out of here, Harlow,” Florence said to me, but I saw the humour in her eyes.
I sighed, and huffed a rough laugh. “You want to watch a movie with me on a Wednesday night?” I asked Apollo.
“I don’t much care what we do, I just wanna hang out with you.”
Well, I could hardly say no to that, could I? Even if I could, I didn’t want to. It was nice to be wanted, even if it was just a movie. But then, Apollo and I did movies well.
“And, what happens if we get caught?” I asked.
“Firstly, we won’t,” Apollo answered easily. “Secondly, if there was a chance in hell that anyone would pay enough attention to the boys’ dorm... It’s me. I get away with whatever I want.”
“At least, you know what you are,” Florence muttered loudly.
Apollo chuckled. “As do you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
