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"You're joking, right?" "Definitely not."
I read aloud, adding a dramatic flair to my voice. I was sprawled out on my bed, giggling uncontrollably.
Mineeeee. Mineeeee. Mineeeee.
A fit of giggles escaped me, and I hugged the book to my chest. "Oh my God, Aaron Warner! You sexy, brooding, fictional heartthrob!"
Liya was at the other end of the bed, staring at me like I'd lost my mind, her phone in hand. "Should I call the loony bin now or wait until you start drooling?"
I shot her a playful glare. "You wouldn't understand. This is true love."
Liya rolled her eyes. "Yeah, true love with a guy who doesn't exist. Totally insane."
I rolled my eyes back at her and continued reading. "Warner isn't your name," I pointed out, savoring the lines. "Your name is Aaron."
"Oh, Aaravi, please. You're swooning over a guy named Aaron? Next thing I know, you'll be in love with the mailman."
"Only when you say it. Aaron? Or Warner?"
"His eyes close. He tilts his head back against the wall."
"Dimples."
Fuck! Aaron. Motherfucking. Warner! Take my heart babyyyyyyy.
Liya dramatically slumped onto the bed. "God help me, I live with a lovesick teenager."
"Better than living with a sarcastic buzzkill," I retorted, flipping another page.
"At least I don't fantasize about killing people," she said.
"Touché," I admitted, unable to suppress a smile. "But seriously, Warner is just..."
"A figment of an author's imagination," Liya interrupted, rolling her eyes again. "Are you done yet?"
"Never," I replied, grinning widely. "Now shush, I'm having a moment."
Liya groaned, flopping back on the bed. "Just don't expect me to call you Mrs. Warner."
I caught the pillow she tossed at me, laughing. "They'd just fall in love with him too."
"Doubt it," Liya muttered. "Now, can we watch something that doesn't involve swooning over your 'non-existent' fictional husbands?"
"Fine, but only if you admit my Aaron Warner is hot," I bargained, pouting.
"Fine. Your Aaron Warner is hot. Happy?" Liya said with an exaggerated sigh.
"Ecstatic. Now, let's watch some TV," I declared, snuggling into my pillows.
Liya shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible."
