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“I owe you an orgasm.”

“You do,” I said, straightening my dress.

Theo leaned against the doorway, his fingers rubbing against his lips as he studied me.

“I love the fact that earlier this year, I wondered who I would have to kill to dance with you at prom... now you are walking around it with my seed dripping out of you.”

“Beautiful, Theo.” I shook my head as I laughed, pulling open the door as I checked we were still alone.

“Just keeping it real, baby.”

30

HANNAH

Ilaid in Theo's arms, yawning as the film credits rolled. He didn't move, and I leaned back to find him fast asleep. I elbowed him as he frowned, rubbing his stomach.

"Ow!"

"Youpromised."

He cringed, knowing he was in trouble.

"Baby, it's soboring. Plus, you've already seen it a thousand times," he protested as I sat up, turning around to shove him.

"Boring? The last thing thatThe Notebookis, is boring!" I screeched, grabbing a pillow, aiming it at his head.

Theo caught it with ease as he rolled his eyes.

"Relationships aren't like that in reality," he argued, stretching.

I frowned, considering his words.

"They met in school, her parents dislike him, he goes off to war—"

"That wasn't his choice, though," he pointed out, as he sank onto the bed, a serious expression on his face.

"Then she meets someone else—" I continued.

"Insteadof waiting for him," Theo added, and I shot him a dark look.

"Then he returns; she's about to get married—"

I swooned, and Theo shook his head with amusement.

"But he kisses her in the rain after building her a house, and they have the best sex ever, blah blah. Writers create books like this for saps likeyou." He grinned as I stared at him, open-mouthed.

"Why is thatnotrealistic?" I demanded, choosing to ignore his insult.

"Because, mylove, if I went anywhere,you'dwait for me. Plus, I'd never build you a house," Theo added as I rolled my eyes.

"I think it's realistic."

"Youwould. You're a hopeless romantic. Remember that space film we watched, and you sobbed your heart out for about a week?"

"Armageddon!" I hooted, pointing at him. "Shut upnow. You're offensive."

"If you want real romance, stick Fifty Shades on.Thatshit is real.” He smirked, climbing over to me, kissing my neck softly.