I don't even know her." "But you want to." "She's beautiful, but that's the end of it." "A lot of girls are beautiful, but Farah is beautiful in a different way," he said, getting that dreamy look when talking about his girl. "She made me see her and not want to look at any other chick. Farah didn't have to try either. That's the thing about you and Lark. You two were breathing in rhythm at the reception dinner and never even said more than hello. Maybe you did at the wedding too, but I was sort of busy staring at my hot wife." "Yeah, you were drooling all over the wedding reception. Hell, I saw a few people slip on the fucking dance floor. It was pretty disgusting." "Nope. You're not changing the subject. I'm sick of you hooking up with stupid bitches you don't want because you're afraid of getting played like you did by Kristen. Lark isn't that bitch. She'll treat you good and you need a chick to swoon over and write poetry for and paint and… Shit, you're already painting her, aren't you?" "Fuck off, Coop." "Is she dressed in these paintings?" he asked, wiggling his brows. "How would I know what she looks like naked?" "Use your imagination. You know the parts on a chick." "You're an idiot.
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