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[14-19]

"Did you really just order 45 wings?" Christian asked "I can eat 45 wings, Christian," I said "Never said you couldn't" He picked up his drink before I grabbed it "you are not drinking this, I don't even know why you ordered it" I chugged his drink

He just looked at me, mouth agape "Mila what the hell?"

"You're driving, you can't be drinking," I said "That barely had any alcohol in it," He said "I don't care, I don't know how well you can handle your alcohol and I don't need you killing me or anyone else on the street" I explained

"You're right" He looked around for a waiter and when he found one he ordered a sprite "Are we gonna pretend like you didn't just fight someone 20 minutes ago?" He asked

"We are, what's in the past stays in the past," I said and sipped on my ginger ale

"Here are your honey barbecue, old bay, and buffalo wings"

"This smells like heaven, it's been a while since I've had some wings," I said

We both began eating "Damn, you know how to eat wings"

"Flats are easy to eat," he said "eh, I like drums more, so much meat" He chuckled "meat you say"

I choked on my wing "You're so dirty minded"
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"a hundred thirty-seven dollars and nineteen cents, that's how much I spent in buffalo wild wings today," He said "I'm sorry, I barely made a dent in your account Mr. Rich guy" I rolled my eyes at him

"You'd rather spend money on food than luxury?" He asked "take me to Cancun then," I said "Alright, sure, for your birthday, it's coming up soon," He said

"how'd you know my birthday was soon?" I asked "I know all of my students' birthdays," he said, I chuckled "Legally drinking alcohol in Cancun sounds fun"

"I bet it does" he stretched and his arm slung around my shoulders "What do you want to do now?" He asked

"Let's go swimming," I said "We're at the end of September, Mila, we're not going swimming," He said

"Indoor pool?" I suggested, "Where would we find an indoor pool?" He said, "Are you dumb?" I raised an eyebrow at him

"The internet? hotels? still not ringing a bell?" I questioned, "You really want to go swimming?" He asked, I nodded vigorously as if I was a kid who just got asked if I wanted ice cream

"We got to go get bathing suits first," he said, I smiled at him "Shopping!!"
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"What about this one?" I held up an orange bikini "no, it's too revealing" He said "Last time I checked I was single and unwed, so if I want something showing while we're at the pool I will do just that" I put the orange bikini back on the rack

He rolled his eyes at me "Wear the blue one" He pointed to the light blue one piece "Are you afraid you'll get an erection as we swim?" I asked "No, why would you even ask that," He said "Christian, listen I'm going to wear the most sexist bikini just to mess with that organized brain of yours" I grabbed the dark green bikini that hung on the rack behind him

"Mila you haven't even seen what's under this shirt," He said "I don't think I need to, my imagination runs wild," I said, he grabbed me by my chin

"What else runs wild?" He asked "My adrenaline.." I paused "..god Christian you smell good, what is that? Louis Vuitton?" I asked

"Dior" He walked past me and to the cashier "Is this all sir?" The lady at the counter asked

"Mila is there anything else you're getting?" He asked "Nope," I said popping the p