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“Koda doesn’t even do that.”

“Koda isn’t three doors down,” Kenzie says.

“Okay, okay.” Paige scoots across the cushion. “Text him back Why? And right after that, What do you want to do?”

I laugh. “Why?”

“Because it’s funny.”

Bianca’s nodding. Kenzie is just watching me with her chin on her knees. I type it.

Me: Why?

Me: What do you want to do?

The dots come up almost before it says delivered.

“Oh, he’s waiting,” Bianca says.

Nash: Sleep.

I think I stop breathing for a second. I show them the screen.

Paige’s eyebrows go up. “Sleep?”

Bianca looks from me to the phone and back. “That’s kind of cute.”

“We’re fucking,” I remind them.

“I didn’t say you weren’t.”

Paige holds out her hand. “Give me your phone.”

“Absolutely not.”

It buzzes in my hand.

Nash: Why?

Nash: What do you want to do?

I start coughing. I actually choke on my own spit and have to cover my mouth with my wrist and hold the phone out at arm’s length so they can see. He copied me, word for word, same two texts, same order. He sat there on his bed, or wherever he is, and typed my exact texts back to me, and I can see his face while he did it. I can’t stop smiling.

“Okay,” Paige says slowly. “That’s interesting.”

“What’s interesting?”

“Nothing. Koda doesn’t ask me shit like that. Koda sends me dogs falling off furniture.” She leans back, still looking at me, with a weird expression on her face. “Seriously, though. Does Nash know you’re just hooking up?”

“Paige. He had a fuck buddy like two weeks ago.”

Kenzie lifts her chin off her knees. “The Jules girl? Didn’t he stop sleeping with her?”

“Yeah,” I say. “Because we’re sleeping together now.”

Nobody says anything. On the TV, somebody hands a woman a rose, and she cries about it.

“What?” I ask.