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CHAPTER 26: Let Me Go

Author: Lady Sheldon
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 11:32:21

“Come on, you said you don’t even like him!” Tess yelled, grabbing my arm like she was about to stage an intervention.

I glared at her, yanking my arm free. “And what does that have to do with this, anyway? Wait... is that why you offered to drop me home?”

Tess’s face froze for a split second—long enough for me to catch her. She pouted, her bottom lip sticking out dramatically. “What? Nooo.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Tess.”

She sighed and dropped the act, though her puppy-dog eyes lingered. “Okay, maybe I was... curious.”

“Curious?”

She gave a half-shrug and bit her lip like a guilty child caught stealing cookies. “I mean, I just thought maybe... you know... something juicy would happen.”

I stared at her in disbelief. “Tess, I swear, you’re worse than a tabloid.”

Her lips curved into a sly smile. “But that means I’m entertaining, doesn’t it?”

“No, it means you’re exhausting.”

Tess ignored that, looping her arm through mine and pulling me along the hallway.
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