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Fin’s gaze followed the direction that Avery was gesturing, and immediately his face fell. “Jesus - fuck that.” He turned back to her, lowering his head sheepishly. “That’s Meghan. I matched with ‘er on Tinder a month ago, hooked up with her, and she’s been obsessed with me ever since. I’ve just been ignorin’ her and hoping she’d get the message, but apparently fuckin’ not.” He paused a beat, then looked up swiftly at Avery again. “Be my girlfriend. Just ‘til she leaves. Please, Aves, I’ll buy ya so many drinks after, get ya dinner, whatever you need. Please?” He expectantly put out his hand, palm up, with his face obviously desperate for her to grab it and play along.
a snort escaped from the other’s lips, brown orbs glistening with amusement as she eyed the other, his story was one she knew ALL too well. “we sure know how to pick them, huh?” avery said with a chuckle, “just say the word if you want me to go and kick her ass. fuck the creepers.” she eyed his hand for a moment before deciding to do one better, throwing her arms around his neck, “i’ve got you, babe. we make a pretty hot couple if i do say so myself.” with the cock of her brow, she peered up at him, “she looking? haven’t been a girlfriend in a while, you might have to remind me what COUPLES do.”
