“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.”

“You want to take me to a movie?" I asked. "Well, not really," he said. "What I really want is for you to be my girlfriend. But I thought saying that might scare you off.”

“Aren't you hungry?" he asked, distracted."No." I didn't feel like mentioning that my stomach was already full - of butterflies.”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want. To help my girlfriend get her old boyfriend back.”

“Is that what you were doing in my room?” he asks after a moment.I sigh. Why am I telling him any of this? “Yes. I was on assignment.”“I was your assignment?”“Yes.” He hesitates a moment, then grins. “That’s kind of hot.”

“I have no idea what he wants. Maybe he needs to remind you to pack your skimpiest swimsuit.” He paused. “Oh, wait, no. That’s me.” He grinned as I rolled my eyes. “Why do I even try to have normal conversations with you?” I asked him. “Because you like talking to me.”