A slow smile appears on his lips as he shakes his head. “No, you’re not wrong. Thanks for saving me.” He rolls off the bed, stands and stretches. “Are you seriously making me see a chick flick?”
I snort, hopping off the bed. “Fortunately for you, I hate sappy movies. But we are going out. I think we both need to get out of this house.” I wave the cash Brandon gave me. “Besides, we’ve got twenty bucks to blow. Give me five minutes to change.”
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