“Jesus, you’re still pouting?” Sloane scoffs, no hesitation in pushing past him, and through front door. “you’re all... no strings this, and, it's casual that," continues, in her best Aiden voice, “until I, God forbid, let some... other, puck-chasing meathead take me out to dinner, and suddenly, I've committed an act of treason.”
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