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Julia
“I can’t believe you made me wear this,” Austin said.
We’d just pulled up in front of Sutton’s house. He got out of the car and tugged on the Captain America T-shirt I’d gotten him for Halloween when I went out that morning, looking for something to wear.
“Shove it, Wright. Walk around naked if you prefer.”
He laughed. “I just think I’m more of an Iron Man guy myself.”
“Of course you are,” I droned sarcastically.
“But maybe we should have gone with the Hulk. Doesn’t he end up with Black Widow?”
His eyes scanned the black leather pantsuit I’d stuffed my body into. It all fit once everything was in place, but it’d been ridiculous, getting to that moment.
“All right. Take off your clothes, and I’ll paint you green.”
He laughed as we walked up to Sutton’s front door. “Captai
