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I am Brit (Later)

I smiled to myself as I watched Cooper get dressed for school. His hair was dishelved, which only made him look sexier. I released a contented sigh and slid out of his bed, grabbing my own clothes and sliding them on. I’d just pulled on my shirt when he wrapped his arms around my waiste, kissing my neck.
“Mm,” he murmured, “Ready for the English test?”
I groaned, “Dammit. We should have studied.”
“I’ll quiz you on the way to school,” he suggested, “Do you need to stop at your house?”
“Nope. I said I was at Dad’s again.”
“Free tonight?” he asked.
“Probably not. I can’t spend too much time with ‘Dad,’ ” I sighed, “Actually, I should probably visit him this weekend, just in case he and mom talk.”
He snorted, “That’s likely. But whatever, how about after school?”
“Tutoring,” I frowned, thinking of Vaughn. This past month with Cooper had been wonderful, but I knew I was hurting Vaughn. I was surprised by how much that bothered me. But at some point, we’d become friends. How odd. Me friends with a nerd.

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