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If I wasn’t already falling for her, I would be now after she just equated getting to know someone to sex.

Chris is staring at her, blinking. “Tell me you have more friends to set me up with. If not, dude, can I please have your girl?”

“No.” I rub the inside of her thigh. “This one’s all mine.”

“Are you two Facebook official?” Ryan won’t drop it.

Harper laughs out loud as if Ryan made a joke. As she looks from me to Ryan, she realizes that he was indeed serious. The fucker.

She giggles. “Is that what you guys call it now? It’s not boyfriend/girlfriend? It’s Facebook official? You know, I’m old, so you need to keep me in the loop about these things.”

I love that she’s making fun of her age now. This is how it should be.

I pull out my phone, taking the opportunity to turn Ryan’s comment from accusatory to fact. I open my app, going to my About page, and switch the Relationship Status to In a Relationship. “Now, if only I could actually tag it to say who I’m in a relationship with. Why don’t you have Facebook?”

She grins from ear to ear. “Look who’s the cyberstalker now. I don’t have Facebook or Snapchat or Whisper or anything that my students are on. I did have an Instagram account, but I deleted it.”

“It was full of lovey-dovey pictures of her and her ex-boyfriend. You should be thankful that she deleted it,” Willa adds.

And I’m anything but thankful. I hate the idea of Harper being romantic with someone else.

The guys let the Spanish Inquisition go, and the five of us resume enjoying our evening. Chris bitches about his coursework, Harper talks about her students and her day, and Willa can’t get over my eighty-year-old neighbor’s new pink hair.

Paul comes over with a bucket of beers and a handful of dirty jokes. Harper buries her face in my neck at the punch lines, and Willa throws out a few new ones, which Paul jots down on an ordering pad for retelling.

While I can’t keep my hands off Harper, Ryan doesn’t seem to know what to do with his. He and Willa have spent the night together, yet he’s acting like he doesn’t know how to read her. He’s trying too hard to be funny, and from the way he’s leaning against the wall and then repositioning himself, he looks like he’s posing.

Willa has definitely noticed, and instead of being turned off, she puts him out of his misery by taking his hand and pulling him into her. The two are off in the corner, and Chris makes his way over to the bar to watch the end of the Knicks game.

“Question”—Harper turns her body, so she’s facing me—“does In a Relationship mean you’re casually seeing someone, or does it mean you’re off the market?”

It takes me a moment to realize she’s talking about Facebook. “That depends on what you want it to mean.”

“Oh, that’s vague.”

I grab her chin as she begins to turn away. “What do you want it to mean, Harper?”

Her mouth forms a sweet little O.

“I want it to mean you’re mine and only mine. No other women.”

“Baby, there’s not a chance in hell I’d be with anyone but you.”

“Just to clarify, we’re exclusive.”

I kiss her nose. “Yes, my girl who needs rules and order, we’re exclusive. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Life partners. Whatever you want to call it, we’re it.”

“Life partners? Way to jump the gun.”

I laugh at her scowl. “Just calling it as I see it.”

“We’re getting out of here and hitting up the club. You guys coming?” Ryan asks.

I glance up to see Ryan and Willa holding hands, motioning toward the door. Chris has his coat on and is already at the front of the bar.

I nuzzle my face in Harper’s neck. “You wanna go home, or can I take you out dancing?”

Harper reacts like my movements are tickling her as she giggles. “If you can grind as good as you can jive, then I want the dancing.”