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“ew,” francesca said, scrunching up her nose at all of the insinuations coming out of coby’s mouth. sure, he was objectively attractive, but she wasn’t sure she could ever see him as anything other than the little kid she used to annoy at their parents gatherings. “you’re fuckin’ gross, you know that, right?”
“gross? wow i was trying to come onto you. i guess it wasn’t working.” he told her as he grabbed the ingredients to make his sandwich. the male wandered around the kitchen to grab some bread. “why are you even here. i thought you’d be out skiing at some resort anyway. we both know this isn’t our ideal situation.”














