[ His face twitches and he nods, teeth dragging over his lower lip and he nods, the verification what he wanted, what he needed. She still might be fucking with him but hell, if she is? He's got a phone full of dirty messages he can get back at her with.
Something, though -- something tells him she's not.
So he leans in, palms on the table and while he knows for a fact what he's saying is a goddamn lie-- ]
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Something, though -- something tells him she's not.
So he leans in, palms on the table and while he knows for a fact what he's saying is a goddamn lie-- ]
Football is better than rugby.