Fake Dating With The Playboy hockey Captain
Quentin sat between Rayan and Larry, eating like a king as they kept up a stream of banter, teaching him soldier lingo, letting him wear Rayan’s cap.
George teased me about falling asleep too early last night.
“Well, I was exhausted, okay?” I shot back.
He grinned. “I'm sure you were. Not like you had any sleep towards the end of the flight.” He quipped, sarcasm dripping with every word.
I tossed a piece of bread at him. “It's the time zones, okay? The time zones.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Was all he said.
“Oh, shush.” I said. “You're so annoying.” I was only half joking, of course. “Is he always like this?”
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