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Kenzie noticed his cheeks, a habit. She wonder if everyone found him transparent or she simply knew every inch of him by now. Her fingers urged to reach out to run over the soft skin, but she resisted. The diner seemed to fall quiet behind them, or maybe she ceased to notice it now with him in front of her. Her brows furrow at the title, his inflection raising at the end. “Aren’t guys with sugar babies suppose to be like.. old?” Over the years, she learned the best way to deceive involved false ignorance. “You like pay her to suck your dick? Gross.” Kenzie’s words dug into her own skin, but she was willing to be a casualty in her own game if it meant wounding him the way seeing him with someone else did to her. “Can’t you just have casual sex like the rest of us?” Her eyes rolled.
“Don’t do that.” Her lip pouted. Sometimes the hardest parts were when he was nice to her. “She looks liked an instagram model.”
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Somehow Wes makes it a habit to make mistake after mistake when it comes to Kenzie. It hasn’t stopped then and he’s sure it won’t stop any time soon. The fact that she still pops into his life out of nowhere should be an indicator that it’s an eternal loop he’s put himself in from the moment he said I love you.
He bristles at her comment, already feeling the same flare of irritation which usually fires up their arguments. Just like the old days. “No. Guys with sugar babies are ones that need a favor,” he tries to make his explanation sound simple enough. “Like when that guys’ parents are asking for a girlfriend and he doesn’t want one.” He huffs out that last part; relationships have never been good for him. “Nah, she just sucks my dick because she wants to,” he throws back, about to relish in what would be his win until she brings up casual sex. The image of her with someone else sits heavy in his stomach, but not as how it was before. “I’m getting enough sex. Don’t you worry about me.”
His expression softens a little at her pout; it’s like this with Kenzie: a roller-coaster of emotions. “She does,” he agrees. “She’s amazing.” She’s just a friend, he wants to reassure the woman, but what would that do? “Wait. Where did you see her?”

















