“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back.”
“He mockingly gave her the raised eyebrow back. "You never gave me an answer.""Yeah. I did. In fact, my exact words were 'no'.""Yes, but I've chosen to ignore that until I hear what I want.”
“You’ll be my girlfriend?” he asked. Butterflies were throwing a party in my stomach. “If that’s what you want.” “I want.” Remy grinned.”
“Heaven help me, but I wanted my professor to be my boyfriend.”
“Speaking of… does this mean you get your phone back?” I shrug. “I don’t really want that phone back. I’m hoping my whipped boyfriend will get me an iPhone for Christmas.”
“Dude, could you please get off my girlfriend before I beat the crap out of you ? I don't want to injure her.”