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Your voice… when you were telling me what to do.

Oh fuck. Now I have a boner in a locker room full of guys. Better bring this to an end and get my head back in the game.

Another message.

Quinn:

Actually I liked everything about last night.

Me:

Then we should definitely try for a repeat.

Me:

Dinner. My place. Seven.

Quinn:

Is "dinner" a euphemism?

I bark out a laugh.

Fuck, I like this version of her.

Me:

I was actually planning to feed you first.

Quinn:

How gentlemanly.

Quinn:

Are you cooking?

Me:

Obviously.

Quinn:

Should I be scared?

Me:

Trust me, Peachy.

Her reply takes only a few seconds.

Quinn:

I do.

Jordan pipes up, apparently having watched me this whole time.

“Larkin likes her.”