I said, as Clark, lying next to me on the couch, pointed the remote at the movie we’d been totally ignoring, silencing it. “But,” I said as I ran my fingers through his hair, “Karl doesn’t know Marjorie’s sold him out. Told the highwaymen about him.” Clark tossed the remote in the general direction of the coffee table and started kissing down my neck. “Oh, are there highwaymen now?” “Of course,” I said, twirling my fingers in his hair, leaning in to kiss him. “Every good story has them.” • • • “And so I asked Bri what I should do about Wyatt now, since he told me about this other girl he likes, and she had like nothing to say,” Toby said as she paced in front of me in the gallery that was mostly impressionist, except for the unicorn tapestry and the Warhol. “Hmm,” I said, trying my best to focus on her, but finding that every few seconds, my thoughts were straying back to Clark. His eyes, his lips, his hands . . . “Andie!” Toby said, waving her hand in front of my face.
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