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GAVIN
She said yes.
I still couldn’t f*****g believe it.
I’d wanted to invite Whitley every day for the last two months leading up to my cousin’s wedding. I wanted her to go as my date. But every time we got even remotely close, she backed off. Her eyes shuttered. Her body stiffened. She’d really meant it that night she told me that she wanted us to be friends.
Then, I was down to the wire about getting a date, and I was an i***t. I asked her to be my fake date. Even though I wanted her to be my real date. But she wouldn’t decline when it was a game. She never would have said yes if I’d been serious. As serious as I wanted to be.
Regardless, she’d said yes.
Now, I was fishing around in my apartment for the one thing I needed to give her to make this fiction a reality.
I was minut
