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7:43 pm

June

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J:

Vinnie☺️: oh my god

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Vinnie☺️: oh my god

Vinnie☺️: you look gorgeous

Vinnie☺️: at the office?

J: just left. I'm omw home

Vinnie☺️: I'll leave now too then

J: okie dokie

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When I get home, he's not there yet, but when I walk up to my front door- someone else is, sitting against my door with their back leaned up and their head back.

"Lucky?" I call her name and she lifts her head to look at me.

"Took you long enough." She teases as she stands. "You look cute- new dress?"

"I borrowed it from one of Vinnies house mates-" I put my hand up, changing the subject in my own head, "What are you doing here?"

She shrugs her shoulders, her book bag bouncing with her. "Just thought I'd come visit, I haven't seen you in a hot minute. Are you and Vinnie serious now?" She turns her head, looking over my shoulder with her eyes widening. "Speak of the devil."

I turn around and look to see Vinnie walking up in a pair of black jeans, and a blue silk buttoned down shirt. Its buttoned open to show his spider tattoo perfectly, and his hair is wet from probably showering recently.

Oh my god he looks so sexy.

My face heats and I look back at Lucky who looks just as awestruck.

"Hey," Vinnie walks to my side and presses a kiss to the top of my head, "I'm Vinnie."

"Lucky." She grins at him and shoved her hands into her jacket pocket. "What are you doing here looking like that mister?"

"Um..." Vinnie glances at me so I answer her question.

"We're going to a party- that's why I tell you constantly to let me know before you just stop by." I remind her as I step past her to put my keys into the lock.

"Well I would just hang out inside but you won't give me a spare key." She whines while I push open my front door.

There's a reason for that.

I twitch my nose, "Lucky I've told you that Gabe has my spare and I don't want to make another." I set my purse down on my coffee table and push my hair out of my face.

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