“BUY ME”

Emily ran to the fitting room, zipping up her turquoise uniform vest as she went. She was running late as usual. She reached up to put her water bottle on the shelf behind the desk when a strong musky masculine scent overcame her. Cologne. Emily was so focused on getting ready for the start of her shift, that she didn’t even notice the young man behind the desk. He was gorgeous! Curly brown hair, green eyes, a smile to die for, and a body that…well…

“Okay, you’re not Betty, and you’re definitely not Pam. What are you doing here?” His smile alone made her tingle between her legs. The extreme reaction threw her for a loop.

“I’m usually over in sporting goods, but they needed someone to cover the phones.” He stuck out his hand. “I’m Kurt, by the way.”

She smiled and placed her hand in his. The grasp lingered a bit longer than was probably appropriate. “I’m so sorry, Kurt,” she teased. “About the phones, I mean.” Covering the phones was a thankless job. Customers could be total assholes sometimes. Her face flushed beneath his gaze. “I’m Emily.” Fuck, he smelled incredible. She just stood there a few moments, drinking in the scent of him. “Shit! I mean crap,” she corrected herself hastily. “I forgot to clock in!”

Kurt knew exactly where she needed to go to clock in, but he was determined not to move. Emily squeezed between him and the wall to scan her badge at the computer. Her breasts brushed against his muscular arm, quickening her heartbeat. He smiled to himself, enjoying the contact as well.

Emily stepped back and cleared her throat nervously. “Sooo…at the risk of sounding totally creepy…you smell really good!”

“Thanks!”

Oh my god, he had dimples! How had she not noticed that before? She stepped back to increase the distance between them, knocking a few hangers off the rack behind her in the process. She bent down to pick them up. As she stood, her eyes came in direct contact with the sizable bulge between his legs. She said a silent thank you to management for once again allowing jeans in the workplace, and then placed the hangers back on the rack next to her. Emily felt like the temperature had gone up twenty degrees in the last minute. She pulled the white scrunchie off of her wrist, and pulled her thick blond hair back into a ponytail.

“What’s the name of the cologne?” she asked, wanting to ease the awkwardness, but realizing the question probably only made it worse.

“It’s called—” The phone rang, putting an abrupt end to their conversation.

As Kurt answered the call, Emily busied herself with returning clothes that had been tried on to the salesfloor. The swimsuit section was a disaster. Bikini tops and bottoms were scattered all over the floor. She picked up a handful along with their hangers, and went back to the cart by the fitting room desk so she could chat with Kurt as she worked.

He watched her closely as she handled the sexy string bikinis. She could feel his eyes on her, and would periodically look up so they could lock eyes. Every once in a while, the intoxicating scent of his cologne would tease her nostrils. Emily had read countless romance novels that spoke of highly charged sexual encounters, but she could never relate. Until now. She had never been so turned on. Usually it took a guy with an over the top personality to catch her attention. Not this time. Her attraction to Kurt almost defied description.

Emily glanced down at the pile of swimwear in front of her, and picked up a lacy blue two-piece that was surprisingly skimpy for NelMart. She held it up by her face. “What do you think, Kurt? Do you think it’d bring out the blue in my eyes?” She batted her eyelashes seductively.

“I guess…”

She examined the price tag. Damn, it was already on clearance. “Okay, this may need to happen!” She rounded the desk, pulled out the fitting room keys from the top drawer, and unlocked one of the doors.

“What are you—”

“Shh!” Emily looked around to make sure none of the managers were in sight. “Cover for me, ‘kay?”

Within two minutes, she reappeared, wearing nothing but the tiny string bikini. Kurt’s breath caught as he took in the view of her sexy curves. She filled out the top nicely, he noted. She spun around so she could check out her ass in the mirror of the open fitting room. Sensing Kurt’s gaze, Emily wiggled a bit, as if testing out the comfort of the garment. He swallowed hard. The lump in his throat wasn’t the only thing that was hard…

“I’ll take it,” she grinned. Satisfied with the fit, Emily stepped back into the fitting room. “Hey, Kurt?” she called out.

“Yeah?”

“Can you please come and untie me?”

Simultaneously excited and terrified, he walked over to the doorway. He reached for the knot at the back of her neck and pulled it loose. The tiny top fell to the floor, exposing her creamy white breasts. Their gaze met in the mirror. They both knew this was no accident. Kurt shoved her further into the tiny room, and shut the door before anyone could see her. It was a tossup which made his heart race more, the sight of her incredible body, or the fear that their bosses might catch them. He leaned into the counter, hoping the phone would ring to distract him, because heaven help him, he wanted nothing more than to grab one of those beautiful breasts and suck on it. He glanced at his watch, wondering when they’d send him back to sporting goods. He didn’t want to go, but he was afraid of what might happen if he and Emily had to work together for the duration of their shifts.

As Emily exited the fitting room, the voice of her department manager crackled over the radio, asking her to put up a clearance sign over the bras on the wall next to the fitting room.

“I’ll do it,” Kurt volunteered. He pulled a nearby bench over to the wall as Emily grabbed a sign from the shelf in back. He stepped up onto the bench as she handed him the sign, giving her an eye-level view of his tight, denim-clad ass.

Holy shit! She battled with herself about whether or not she should reach out and pinch that amazing ass of his. On one hand, it could be construed as sexual harassment. But on the other, she was a thousand percent certain that he was as drawn to her as she was to him. Before she could commit to pinching him, he jumped off the bench and started shoving it back into place. “Nice ass,” she winked as she slapped his butt on his way past.

He shook his head and laughed as she picked up more garments to take back to the floor. He admired the gentle sway of her hips as she walked toward the intimates section. “Back atcha!” he called after her. She smiled, satisfied that she had indeed gotten to him.

They worked independently for another hour or so, Emily folding messy tables, and Kurt watching the phones. She always found an excuse to pass by the fitting room, and each time that cologne of his made her want to pull him into one of the fitting rooms and…

The sound of a loaded L-cart clattering down the aisle caught their attention. The department manager presented them with a cart full of freight to stock, mostly men’s socks and underwear. Emily and Kurt welcomed the team project. The first couple boxes stocked quickly; they were basic multi-packs of socks and briefs. The phones had been keeping Kurt close to the counter. Upon slitting open the next box, Emily spotted something metallic. She reached into the box and pulled out a pair of red, white, and blue metallic boxer briefs, complete with white stars on the waistband. She whistled softly, thinking it was surprisingly risqué for NelMart. “Whoa, Kurt, check these out!” she said, holding them up, and then flipping them over to show him the back as well.

His eyebrows lifted. “Are those for men?”

“Yes, sir!” She smiled over at him. “You need these in your life.” I need these, on you, in my life.

He blushed at the thought. His reaction gave Emily an idea. Still holding the boxer briefs, she ran over to the phone. She leaned in, her breasts coming to rest on his arm, as she hit the Night Service button. That would route any incoming calls to customer service while they took their 15-minute break.

“What are you—”

Emily grabbed his hand and pulled him into one of the small rooms. “You’re gonna try these on,” she ordered, handing him the underwear.

“I am, am I?” he teased, his gaze smoldering with desire.

“You are,” she insisted, her mouth suddenly parched.

“You realize it’s against policy to try on under—”

“Fuck policy! I’ll buy them! Now try the damn things on! Please!”

He chuckled as he unfastened his jeans. She seriously wanted to fuck him, he thought smugly. But why wasn’t she helping him with his pants? Emily leaned against the wall, pretending to be disinterested. Women. Kurt stepped out of his jeans, and then turned his back to her so he could pull off his boxers. He no sooner had the new briefs on when he felt a delicate hand on his ass.

“You fill those out nicely, Kurt,” she said as she pressed her warm soft body into his back. Her nipples tingled from the contact. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and put her mouth close to his ear. “Show me the front,” she commanded, her whisper making him shiver.

She backed up as he turned around. Oh my…he was even bigger than she imagined! She admired his sizable cock covered in metallic silver fabric. Emily smiled her approval.

“You like?”

“Me love,” she corrected, wondering if the comment made her sound desperate. She tilted her head. “How do they feel? They aren’t too tight, are they?” Emily ran a finger from the base of his cock up to the tip, as if trying to judge the tightness of the fabric. She ran her finger back and forth across the head, making his cock bob.

“Pleased with yourself?” Kurt asked, smiling down at her. She curled her hand around his shaft. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.”

She knelt down in front of him, caressing his throbbing dick through the fabric. “That cologne of yours drives me wild, you know that?” she said, her hot breath teasing him all the more. She cupped his balls, and kissed him base to tip. He resisted the urge to whip himself out so he could fuck her mouth. Emily ran her finger lightly around the perimeter of his cock, reveling in his sharp intake of air. “You need these,” she said, suddenly standing up.

Wait, what? He wasn’t sure what to say, but he was certain that “hey, I thought you were gonna give me a blowjob” wasn’t it. Overcome with the desire to touch her, he pinned her against the wall and reached up to cup her breast. She sighed her consent. “I hope you plan to finish what you started,” he whispered in her ear. A tiny moan escaped her lips as she nodded. She reached down and freed his cock as he captured her mouth, kissing her tentatively at first. Her tongue fell into rhythm with his. She jerked him off to the speed of their kiss, heightening his arousal. Their breaths grew ragged as she worked him to climax.

“Emily? Kurt?” It was Erika, the department manager. Fuck.

“Hey, sorry, Erika,” Emily called out through the door, pulling at the hem of her shirt to smooth out the wrinkles. “I had to take a call from my doctor, and wanted a little privacy.” Kurt dressed in record time as Emily slipped out the door, leaving him inside.

Erika waved off her concern. “No worries. You were due for your 15 anyway.” She looked over at the half empty cart. “Nice job with the freight, by the way. Has Kurt been able to help you much, or have the phones been pretty obnoxious this morning?”

Emily cringed at the thought of talking about her hot co-worker. “Oh, he’s been great!” He sure was, her inner voice chided.

“Good. Management and I thought he’d fit in well over here.’ She picked up a tiny piece of paper from the floor and tossed it into the trash can next to the counter. “Where is he, anyway?”

Emily shrugged. “Not sure. Bathroom, maybe? Why? Do they need him back in sporting goods?” Please say ‘no’, please say ‘no’…

“Not that I know of. I was just going to ask if you two could tackle the rack of clearance intimates after you knock out the rest of the freight. It looks like a bomb went off over there,” she laughed. “It should be close enough that Kurt can help you between calls, too.”

Great. Standing beside sexy smelling Kurt while rehanging bras and lacy thongs could either be really hot, or really torturous. Emily couldn’t quite decide which. “Sure, we can do that.”

“Awesome, thanks!” Erika waved and headed toward the backroom.

Emily walked over to the door of the fitting room where Kurt was still hiding. “Are you decent?” she giggled.

“I’m not decent, but I’m dressed,” he joked. “Is it safe to come out?”

She giggled like a twelve-year-old at his use of the word ‘come’.

“That’s C-O-M-E, not C-U-M,” he spelled out.

“Aw, that’s a shame,” she consoled in her best sultry phone sex voice. “You’re good,” she said, opening the door. “Coast is clear.” He took his spot by the phone, which was uncharacteristically quiet. “What did you do with the underwear?” His blank stare said it all. “Holy shit!” she mouthed, eyes wide. “You’re still wearing them?!?” His lips curved into an evil grin. Her face flushed at the thought of his magnificent cock covered in tight metallic fabric. “Okay… So, I’m gonna go freshen up, now. And splash some cold water on my face.”

The phone rang just as she disappeared from sight. Kurt was happy to have the distraction, because all he could think about was how to get her alone again, and what he’d do to her when he did.

“You realize that’s shoplifting, right?”

Emily’s voice yanked him out of his erotic daydream. “Huh? What?” He shook his head to clear the fog.

“Those,” she said, pointing to his crotch. “You didn’t pay for them!”

“But you said you were paying for them,” he reminded her. She shook her head, and he rolled his eyes. “Well I’d ask you to come help me take them off, but I think we both know how that’d end!”

You say that like it’s a bad thing… She fanned herself. Kurt was making her hot in every possible way. “Just give me the fuckin’ tag,” she ordered under her breath. He stood still like a statue. “Did you leave it in there?” He nodded. “Seriously?” She entered the fitting room to grab the tag, but when she turned around to leave, Kurt’s muscular body blocked her. The contact was electrifying. The description sounded cliché, but she couldn’t think of a better way to describe it.

“Do you have any idea what I’d like to do to you right now?” His voice was low, almost a growl.

Emily stared deep into his eyes. “If I had to guess, it’s probably very similar to what I’d like to do to you right now.” They stood toe-to-toe, silent for several seconds. She cleared her throat, breaking the trance. “Now move! I’m gonna go pay for this before we both get fired!”

“Ummm…”

“What?”

“I hope you plan to use self-checkout, ’cause if you don’t, you’re gonna have some serious ‘splainin’ to do when you show up in line without the underwear!” She rolled her eyes as she pushed her way past him. “Hurry back!” he whispered in her ear.

They made quick work of the remaining freight, and then shifted their attention to what had become known as ‘the rack from hell’. Dozens of clearance bras and panties were crammed onto a big circular rack. And because things were so tight, multiple garments hit the floor each time a shopper pulled something off the rack. Let the fun begin…

Emily and Kurt each bent down and scooped up an armload of bras and panties. Kurt pulled out a lacy turquoise bra and held it out in front of him. “Damn, that’s kind of racy for NelMart, isn’t it? It reminds me of that itty-bitty bikini top you tried on earlier.”

She snickered. “That underwear you’re wearing isn’t exactly modest,” she said, throwing in a flirtatious wink.

“Point taken.” He hung the sexy garment on a hanger and placed it on the rack with others like it.

“Well done,” Emily complimented.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked defensively.

“You heard me.” She lowered her voice so as not to be overheard by any nearby customers. “Bra hangers can be a real bitch to work with. I know people who’ve worked in apparel for years that can’t hang a bra as well as you just did.”

He smiled smugly. “Why thank you!” He whistled softly. “Would you look at this hot little number!” It was a bright red silky pushup bra. He ran his hand along the heavily padded cups. “I mean I’m just a guy, so I don’t know a lot about bras—”

“Except how to take them off,” Emily teased with a smirk.

Kurt cleared his throat. “As I was about to say before I was so rudely interrupted, it looks like she’d provide great support.” He gave one of the cups a quick squeeze before hanging it up.

“You’re twelve, Kurt,” she grinned.

“You’d look amazing in this,” he said excitedly, as he held the bright yellow bra up to her chest. “Try it on for me?” He gave her sad puppy dog eyes.

“You wish,” she teased. Emily stopped what she was doing and turned to him. “Are you really going to offer up a personal review of everything you touch? Because if you are, we’re never gonna get this done.” She winced at how bitchy the comment sounded. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to sound so—”

“No, no, it’s all good. You’re absolutely right.” He picked up the pace for several minutes before breaking the silence with, “What’s the deal with thongs, anyway? I just don’t get it.” He examined the lacy black undergarment closely, as if hoping to find the answer.

Emily laughed. “What did you say?”

“Thongs. I asked why the hell—”

“Kurt! Shh!” She looked around frantically to make sure there were no customers, especially little children, around.

He lowered his voice. “But I thought wedgies were a bad thing…”

She stifled a snort. “That may have been the least sexy comment I’ve heard come out of a guy’s mouth ever!”

“So, I guess this means I’m not getting laid?”

“Gimme that!” she demanded, yanking the panties out of his hands. “Go!” she ordered, pointing to the counter. “Over there! Phones!”

His face sunk as he slowly walked to the counter. Kurt spent the next hour processing returns while Emily finished cleaning up the clearance rack.

“Alrighty, it’s all done,” she said proudly. “I’m gonna head back to lunch. For some reason I’m really hungry today.”

He wasn’t sure if she meant she was hungry for him, or if he was just imagining things. “I am, too. Go ahead, I’ll catch up to you. I need to make sure customer service is on board with grabbing the phone.”

Once the arrangements were made, Kurt headed to the backroom. As he passed the door to the family bathroom, a hand reached out, grabbed him, and pulled him inside. “What the f—” It was Emily.

She backed him into the wall and kissed him. “I-.” Another kiss. “Have been wanting—” A bit of tongue with the kiss. “To suck you off,” she said, breathlessly. “Since I saw you in that sexy underwear.”

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. Her hair smelled sweet. Fruity. Strawberries, maybe?

“I know it’s not the most glamourous place,” she said, snuggling into him, “but I didn’t want to wait another minute.” She sighed contentedly. “God, that cologne…” Emily leaned back so she could make eye contact. “I need you to know something, Kurt. This is not who I am…”

“You mean you don’t suck off every guy you meet in a NelMart bathroom?” He was going for levity, but was heartbroken to see the look of mortification on her face. He pulled the scrunchie out of her hair, sending a cascade of thick, blond curls down her back. He gently pushed the hair away from her face. “I know, Em,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “And you should know that I don’t usually pursue a woman so relentlessly. You bring out the kid in me.” He paused, not liking the way that sounded. “I don’t mean that in a creepy way; I mean it in a you make me feel so happy and carefree way.” A single tear rolled down her cheek. He brushed it away with his thumb. “Hey…hey, look at me,” he said, tilting her chin up so he could look into her eyes. “What’s going on?”

“This is gonna sound weird, but I’m so wildly attracted to you. It scares me in a way.” He squeezed her tight, and told her he felt the same way. She sniffled and wiped away her tears with the back of her hand. “I’m also thinking this conversation is way too serious to have in a NelMart bathroom!” Emily laughed through her tears. “Would it be okay if…” She paused, and he looked back at her expectantly. “If we just got on with the blowjob?”

They laughed off the awkwardness as she started making a trail of kisses from his mouth to the waistband of his jeans. She unfastened his pants and lowered them to the ground, followed by his sparkly new underwear. Much to their surprise, their little rendezvous was more tender and loving than frenetic. Emily put her hand at the base of his cock to steady it so she could lavish it with long, slow licks.

His head fell back against the wall. “Fuck, that feels amazing!” His voice was low and airy. She swirled her tongue around the tip, making him shudder. “Oh my God…” She licked her way from the head of his rock-hard dick to his balls, pointing her tongue along the way to change the sensation. After giving the balls much appreciated attention, she worked her way back up to the tip, where she finally took him in her mouth, one delicious centimeter at a time.

Kurt reached down to run his fingers through her hair, before gently guiding her head toward him. She moved her head back and forth, slowly at first, before picking up speed. Emily moaned, clearly aroused by the feel of him in her mouth. She tightened her lips around his shaft, feeling his impending orgasm. His breaths became pants as a light sheen of perspiration covered his forehead. He let out a guttural groan as he exploded in her mouth. He leaned against the wall, gasping and spent.

Emily stood and wrapped her arms around his waist. She could hear his thunderous heartbeat as she lay her head against his chest. What the hell was going on? She expected them to go at it like animals. This felt more like lo— Don’t overthink it, Em.

He smoothed her hair tenderly as he started to fiddle with the top button of her blouse. She pulled back. As much as I hate to say it,” she began, “we should probably grab lunch.”

“But I want to—”

“Shh,” she put a finger up to his lips to quiet him. “It’s not a race. I’ll catch up, I promise.” She winked at him, then went over to the sink to wash up and fix her hair.

“Hey, give me your phone.”

“Why?” she asked as she put her hair back into a ponytail.

“I want to exchange numbers so we can text during lunch.”

She handed him her iPhone. “Good idea. We really should keep this on the down-low I suppose.”

“At least for now.” He returned the phone.

“I guess I’ll see you at lunch then. At least from afar.” She gave him a quick peck on the lips before slipping out the door. Kurt got dressed and followed behind.

Kurt grabbed his lunch from the fridge and joined a table of guys who worked on the general merchandise side of the store. Emily found a spot with some friends from the bakery. Neither one of them paid much attention to their tablemates. In fact the first text came in before she could even get her bag of chips open.

Kurt: Hey, sexy!

Emily: Hey back, sexy!

Kurt: Did you notice that huge pallet full of big screen TVs?

Emily: Yeah. WTF, it’s not Super Bowl season!

Kurt: LOL

The conversation stopped while they managed to eat a little bit of the food they had brought.

Kurt: This sandwich fuckin’ sucks.

Emily: I’m sorry. Not hungry?

Kurt: Oh, I’m hungry alright.

Emily: Hit up the deli?

Kurt: Nah.

Emily: You need to eat…

Kurt: Thinkin’ about that pallet of TVs.

Emily:?

Kurt: You’ll make fun of me.

Emily: Nope.

Kurt: I want to take you into the backroom and fuck you behind the pallet of TVs.

Emily nearly spewed out her mouthful of Diet Pepsi. Her cheeks turned red and hot in record time. Her cheeks weren’t the only thing that was hot, she noted. The thought of finally having him inside her combined with the thrill of possibly getting caught made her wet.

Kurt: U OK over there?

Emily: My sandwich fuckin’ sucks, too :(.

Kurt: Wanna blow this popsicle stand and meet me behind the pallet of TVs ;)?

Emily: 🙂 You mean the Vizio TVs, right?

Kurt: Yep.

Emily: C U there :D!

Kurt tossed his lunch in the trash and headed out the door, while Emily surfed Facebook. Her heart raced at the thought of what they were about to do. It was risky as hell. They could literally get fired over it if they were caught, but in that moment, having him was all that mattered. Once she was satisfied enough time had passed, she made her way back to the pallet.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think we’re gonna get much time for foreplay…” Kurt said somberly.

Emily grinned. “I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.” She grabbed Kurt’s hand, slid it beneath the elastic waistband of her skirt, and onto her wet pussy.

His mouth formed a big O. He was clearly impressed. Kurt lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’m just gonna apologize in advance for the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am nature of this, uh…interaction.”

Emily giggled softly. “Let’s get to it,” she said, looping her arms around his neck.

It was a happy coincidence that she was wearing a skirt. He lowered her onto a couple cardboard boxes of books. It wasn’t optimal, but it was a hell of a lot better than the cold, hard cement floor. He unzipped his jeans and freed his fully erect dick. He placed his hand between her legs and slipped a couple fingers inside of her before teasing her clit. She was already breathing heavily.

“You need to stop that and fuck me already,” she practically begged.

She didn’t have to tell him twice. He pushed her bright pink panties aside, grinning as soon as he noticed it was a thong, and then slid into her easily. He moved slowly and gently as they got used to the feel of one another. Emily let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a whimper. “Shh,” he cautioned. She lifted her hips to meet his and deepen the penetration. He teased her clit as he thrust in and out. A smile spread across his lips as he watched her squirm in ecstasy.

Emily was gasping for air. “Gimme…your hand!” she whispered frantically.

“Do you want me to touch you somewhere else, ’cause—”

“No! Just give…me your hand!” He removed the hand from her clit and moved it toward her hand. “The…other hand, for…fuck’s sake!” Her chest was heaving from the exertion of breathing.

He snickered at her sense of urgency as he gave her his unoccupied hand. It was getting harder for her to talk. He was certain that meant she was close to cumming. “What are you doing?” he asked, as he watched her fumble with his fingers.

“I’m…about to…cum…so fucking hard…” He took her cue and increased the pressure on her clit and speed of his thrusts. “That if…I…don’t…have something…to…suck on…I’m pretty sure…they’ll fucking hear…me…all the way up…in lawn and…oh my god…garden!”

“Shh,” Kurt hated the fact that they had to stifle their reactions, but there was no way in hell either of them could have survived the day without fucking one another. They’d have to make it work and pray they didn’t get caught.

Emily shoved two of his fingers into her mouth and sucked frantically. Her back arched with arousal as she moved her tongue around and in between his fingers. A muffled, “Mmmmm…” came from deep within her throat. Kurt was close to cumming as well. With a little luck, they would cum together. He moved his hips harder and faster until she arched her back, threw back her head, and pointed her toes in a mind-blowing orgasm. He shot his load inside her mere seconds later.

Kurt fell on top of her as they tried to catch their breath. “That was un-fuckin’-believable!” he panted. He pulled their clasped hands up to his mouth and kissed her.

“Agreed,” Emily said, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. “We’d better go,” she suggested reluctantly. Kurt knew she was right, but he wasn’t quite ready for the moment to end. “I’ll go first,” Emily said, crawling out from under him.

She had gone less than two aisles before she ran into a co-worker. “Hey, Kathy!” she greeted cheerfully. Emily wanted to make sure Kurt could hear her so he’d hide out a while longer.

“Hey, girl! How’s your shift goin’?”

Emily shrugged. “You know…meh… It’s life at NelMart, what can I say?”

“I hear ya. Have a good one!” Kathy headed off in the direction of the breakroom.

Emily’s phone vibrated. It was a text message from Kurt.

Kurt: ‘Meh’? Really, Em?

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