"The bathroom's still there, I just got an upset stomach, heading home early."

The nerve of this little con artist, lying through her teeth without as much as a blink. "Stella, you really think I'm a fool?"

"Beck, why would you say that about yourself?"

Beck choked on his words, struggling for breath.

It was always him leaving others speechless.

He adjusted his tie and took a deep breath.

"You know where I live, right? Catch a cab over."

Stella propped her chin on one hand, squinting her eyes, "Beck, it's 10 PM, might be a bit inconvenient."

"Is it inconvenient, or are you scared?"

Stella let out a sigh, seemingly conceding.

"Alright, I'll come over."

Her prompt agreement caught Beck off guard, making him wonder if she had another trick up her sleeve.

scared of this

of his hair sooner rather than later. He returned

hours later, Stella

1 AM, Beck's face was as dark

called Stella again, who seemed to have

"Beck, what's up?"

barely managed to restrain himself

you were riding a tractor, you should've been

yawned, rubbing her

come over in the morning, maybe have breakfast at your place.

vowing to give her a piece of his

hanging up, he grimaced, the

impossible to sleep, tossing

8 AM,

having not slept a wink,

the

light makeup, wearing a blue dress, her hair in soft curls reaching

"Beck."

had prepared got stuck in his throat, his expression sour.

an eyebrow, changing her shoes in the foyer

the Sanders

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