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"If you die, I'm dating your corpse." "I'm being cremated." "I'll date your urn." "My urn already has a boyfriend. They're really serious too." Cooper laughed against my neck then wrapped himself around my waist, swallowing me up with his warm embrace. "My pop has my mom's name on his wrist," Cooper whispered against my cheek. "Underneath, he has my name along with the lesser crap kids he got stuck with." "I'm in college," I blurted out. "Yeah, I remember you mentioning that." "Tattoos. Kids. Dating my corpse. Seems serious." Leaning back, Cooper adjusted me so I rested against his chest. "I always planned to settle down when I was an old fart like my pop. Meet some cute piece of jailbait and make a few bad seeds plus one decent kid I could trust with the family business. Instead, here I am not even done with college with a tattoo of my girl's name on my wrist." "You could change your mind." "I won't. You're a keeper." "I could change my mind," I said, wiggling my brows at him. "Who would you replace me with? Seriously, look around and see what shit pickings you have to choose from. I'm the best you'll ever do, baby." "You are pretty sexy. Tall too. Yeah, I can see keeping you around." A grinning Cooper glanced at Aaron. "I'm so whipped." "It's pretty nauseating, yeah."
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