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    “Despite my brother, his bitchy fiancée, and his douche style friends, I had a really great time with you Maxx.” Tony slides his hands in his pockets and takes a long breath.
    “Me too.”
    “I’ll see you tomorrow at work? Maybe when we get some spare time we can figure out where we wanna go on that next date?”
    “I’d like that.”
    He lets out a soft hum and leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. The gentlemanly way.
    If it were up to me, we would so skip the gentleman phase and go straight to the pin me against the wall and shove your tongue down my throat phase. Oh dear God, my sexual frustration is reaching new levels.
    The kiss is so brief I don’t even have time to process the feel of his lips on my skin.
    “Good night Maxx.”
    “Good night Tony,” I say sweetly, and then turn and insert my key into the lock allowing myself access to my friends who are camped out in the downstairs living room. Before I get the chance to greet them my phone vibrates with a text.
    Tony: If it makes any difference, it took all the self control I had not to kiss you.
    I smile proudly.
    Me: It totally does.
    “You’re home early,” Erin says blowing on her freshly painted fingernails. She always changes the color to match the theme of Fight Night. This time it’s Jungle Green.
    “Bad date?” Luke asks from the recliner, a book opened in his lap.
    “Bad kisser?” Erin follows, her face scrunching like she understands.
    “Good date.” I address Luke who’s in sweat pants and his reading glasses looking like a fitness model on his down time during a photo shoot. Then Erin who is in her sweats and sports bra. “Wouldn’t know. He didn’t kiss me like that.”
    Annoyed she grunts, “Ugh.”
    “He was trying to be a gentleman.”
    “This isn’t the ‘50s anymore. A girl likes a good tongue session and maybe a boob graze on the first date.”
    “My little sister ladies and gentleman,” Luke says like an announcer.
    “Oh please, like you don’t enjoy when your really hot first dates accidentally dick graze you.” Her attitude towards him causes him to roll his eyes. “Anyway, why are you home so early?”
    “Uh…pre Fight Night traditions are to ensue. Speaking of, where’s Logan?”
    Erin cuts her brother a glance before she picks up her nail polish bottle. After clearing her throat she bluntly says, “Out.”
    I divert my attention over to Luke who looks as uncomfortable as Erin but doesn’t do as good a job hiding it. My hands wrap around the back of the couch right behind Erin although I’m still staring at him. “Do you know where?”
    Luke shakes his head and picks his novel back up. “Nope.”
    Before I have the chance to bother them with more questions, the sound of the front door cuts me off, and in Logan strolls with his gray t-shirt slightly wrinkled, jeans loose, and his hair disheveled.
    All classic signs of a freshly fucked Logan.
    He stops dead in his tracks. In a surprised voice he says, “You’re home early.”
    “Am I?” I sarcastically say out loud. “Was I the only one who wasn’t aware there was a minimum time limit I had to be gone?”
    “I just meant you’re home earlier than I expected.”
    “Clearly,” I mutter under my breath as Luke speaks up.
    “Dude, why are you sparkling like a fucking disco ball?”
    “And why do you smell like Bath and Bodyworks and…” Erin inhales sharply, “cheap lemon flavored vodka.”
    “Just fulfilling all pre Fight Night rituals.” The cockiness in his tone causes my fingers to dig deeper into the back of the couch.
    Why did I even think for a second that his complimenting me would ever mean more? I’m so fucking stupid. You don’t have to remind me.
    “Could you please fucking shower? Between you and Erin’s nail polish smell, I feel like I’m in the backroom at a low class strip club.” The words fly out of my mouth as Luke laughs.
    Logan chuckles and heads up the stairs with my eyes following him.
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