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“Now that’s a loaded question if I ever heard one, Harley Jameson.”

Her heart began pounding against mine.

“Am I making your heart beat fast?”

“No.”

“No?”

“If it’s beatin’ fast, it’s only cuz I’m waitin’ for you to do somethin’ horrible to me.”

“Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.”

“You’re rotten to the core. What’s gotten into you anyway?”

“I don’t know. Weddings and all that, I guess. Sunshine and happiness, like Skyler always says.”

“Oh… so you’re feelin’ nostalgic, for what exactly? Cuz I think I saw Willow around here somewhere. I’m sure she’ll do whatever you—”

“Fuck her.”

“I thought you were.”

Willow was Journey’s babysitter. My old man hired her over two years ago to help when Mary Poppins went to nursing school.

She’d sucked my cock a few times—nothing more, nothing less.

“I’m not fuckin’ her, Harley.”

“Oh.”

I spun her, bringing her back to me. “Would it bother you if I was?”

“No.”

“No?”

“Why would it bother me?”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“And, of course, answerin’ a question with a question. How I love this game,” she sarcastically remarked, making me chuckle.

“Everyone at school thinks you’re fuckin’ her.”

“Everyone at school thinks I’m fuckin’ you too.”

It was true.

We spent a lot of time together because of our families. It was only natural they assumed something was happening behind closed doors between us.

It was the only rumor I never denied. I don’t know why, I just didn’t.

She rolled her eyes. “Ugh. Don’t remind me. You know it would probably help if you actually said we weren’t, so I wouldn’t have to keep tellin’ people I hate you and we’re not doin’ it.”

“Where would the fun be in that?”

“And by fun, you mean torturin’ me?”

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