Chapter 5

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✮ 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙤 ✮

✮ 𝙊𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙖 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙤 ✮

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He has one pair of sweatpants.

One fricken pair.

I'll take what I can get though.

Grey sweatpants and a pink hoodie I had left here in March.

I've been looking for this everywhere

I marched down the stairs.

"Excuse me Mr. Warner but how long were you planning on keeping this?"

He looked up, and grinned.

I missed those dimples.

"Darling, you're the one that left it here."

"Okay and?"

"And you've been in my room since then."

"You're as useful as the ueue in queue."

"Olivia what are you talking about?"

"I read that on a site that told me it would leave my enimes shaking. Why aren't you shaking?"

He started to laugh. A genuine laugh. A laugh that made all my problems disappear.

"Your grilled cheese is waiting Darling." He pointed at the counter, trying to stop laughing.

I love his dimples.

"Thank you." I grabbed my plate then sat next to him on their massive fucking couch. Juliette has a thing for enormous furniture I guess.

I looked over at him, then turned back to my grilled che-

Wait a fucking second

"Are you eating a grilled cheese with a fork and knife right now?"

He stopped chewing at looked at me, nodding.

"Oh my god dude." I started to giggle "You're so formal"

"Sorry I don't want to get my fingers all greasy and wet."

"How would your fingers get wet."

"I dunno."

"You're impossible."

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