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He rolls his eyes. “Jesus, Harlow.”

“I know that’s dramatic, but?—”

“There is no way you’re going first,” he interrupts, pulling me even closer. “Even being in a fake relationship with you for a week has aged me a year, I swear.”

“Very funny,” I say as I pull him down for a long, hot kiss overlooking our beloved hometown.

But the thing is, though I would never admit it, Jefferson Riley is actually pretty funny. And sweet. And smart. And sexy.

Okay, fine, I probably will admit that from time to time. If he asks very nicely. And is doing that thing he does with his tongue…

I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

Here in freaking Sapphire Falls.