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I pull her closer, with my arms around her waist, kissing her neck, while she’s still on the phone. Anna whimpers when my fingers slide under her shirt, skimming her stomach, reaching high enough to brush the underside of her breasts. She squirms as I cup them, making half-attempts to push me away and give her roommate attention at the same time. “Tell her you’re busy,” I whisper in her ear. She pushes me off with a giggle, then ends the call seconds later. “I have to go.” “What?” Anna sighs, planting a kiss on my lips. “I know, I know. But she said her boyfriend just broke up with her. I have to be there for her.”

I rolled my eyes. I don’t like him very much! “Don’t make fun of her, Shawn!” Hunter warned him. Aww! He’s taking my side! I think Hunter is like jelly beans… Amazing but can still be better… Like gummy bears… Gummy bears are the best! “You are acting like her boyfriend now, dude! Chill!” Shawn remarked. What?! “He’s my boyfriend! He’s supposed to act that way!” I stuck my tongue out at Shawn. “He’s your boy-friend. There’s a small space between boy and friend. And that space is called the friend-zone. He’s just your guy friend. Not your boyfriend.” Shawn told me in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Everything about this is complicated." "Speak for yourself, you're the one actually engaged now, to a woman who might be carrying your baby." "Fair point." The corner of his mouth moved, the almost-smile making its long overdue return. "At least you have that going for you. Comparatively normal problems." "My problems are extremely normal, thank you." "Boyfriend home for exactly one week, best friend forced into an engagement to avoid a family scandal. Very normal." "Best friend," I repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Upgrade from sister, I see."

That night, Maia lay in bed, thinking, when there was a light knock on the door. “Yes?” Maia called out, and Mr. Sween walked in. “I just wanted to wish you a goodnight.” He smiled. “You too. I do have a question.” Maia sat up. “Yes?” “What’s a boyfriend?” “Why do you ask?” He smiled, already knowing the answer, and sat down on the foot of the bed. “My father said I’d never have one. But Oliver says he wants to be my boyfriend. I said yes but... I’m not sure what that means.”

She asked him. “No,” he dropped his eyes back to the notepad. “But I don’t like boyfriend,” it was muttered. “De facto?” She suggested. He grimaced. “So hippy.” She sighed out a breath and turned back to her page. “Fated mate?” “What the f–k is a fated mate?” He demanded. “What are we, dogs?” “It is a term they use in certain romance genres to describe a relationship between two people where destiny draws them irresistibly together.”

I said, explaining myself better. “Um, whatever,” she said dismissively, and then glanced at Gideon, who was standing next to me, having a somewhat curious look. “Oh, yes… Gideon, this is Ava Pritchard; she's been my friend for a long time,” I said to Gideon and then addressed Ava. “Ava, meet Gideon Bathory, my boyfriend,” I said to her. At the expelling of the word boyfriend from my mouth, I ever felt butterflies in my stomach. The man next to me gasped in surprise, this was the very first time I had officially called him that.

“Because you love me and I know you're sad. So we're trying to pull you out of your funk.” I paused. “Who’s we?” “Oh,” she said casually. “Me and my boyfriend.” My brain glitched. “Your what?” “My boyfriend,” she repeated, dragging the word out like it tasted strange in her mouth. I sat up. “Hold on. You have a boyfriend?” “Yeah. A real one, not a fling. A full-on, hold-my-hand-in-public boyfriend.” I rubbed my temple. “Who are you and what have you done with Darcy?”

he asked. “He just found out the word boyfriend.” I whispered. “Boyfriend is the person you love the most, except for your family,” Skye explained to Sunny. I knocked Lance on the arm for the third time. “I didn’t explain it.” “Skye wouldn’t have explained that if you hadn’t said it.” I still said in a whisper. “Wow, meaning boyfriend is beautiful.” Sunny said in awe. “Sweetheart, who are you referring to, prince?” I asked.

“What does my boyfriend want to do tonight?” The word still sounded strange on her lips. Boyfriend. Mate made sense in the ancient, primal way our connection demanded. Partner carried the weight of equality and shared rule. But boyfriend? It sounded almost absurdly youthful, like something teenagers called each other while making questionable decisions under moonlight. Yet somehow, Katherine made it sound important. Sacred, even. A private declaration that belonged only to us. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. Her eyes widened dramatically, as if I had suggested something truly outrageous. “You don’t know?”

I raised an eyebrow at her. "So? Doesn't mean I can't notice a hot guy in front of me." "That's my boyfriend you are talking about." The word 'boyfriend' felt weird in my mouth. I haven't had a boyfriend in well over a year and knowing Knox wasn't really one made it even weirder. "How did you two meet?" Annie leaned against the counter, staring at me while I but garlic butter on the bread. "He owns a hardware store in town. I went in to get something for my apartment and ran into him. We kind of just...clicked."