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“What’s his deal?” Asher joined me, running his eyes over the crowd below.

“Who, Jase? Just his usual bullshit.”

“He likes her, you know,” he said as if it was nothing. “He won’t ever admit it, but he does. She gets under his skin.”

I side-eyed him but he was too busy watching the dance floor... the girls.

Felicity.

He was watching Felicity.

“And what about you?” I asked, uncertain whether this was water I wanted to tread. “Does she get under your skin?”

He shrugged, playing it cool. But I saw the tightness around his jaw. He liked her. Fuck. “Doesn’t matter,” he said. “She’s not into me.”

“And she’s into Jase?”

“I’m not sure. She says she isn’t, but I catch her watching him sometimes with this look in her eye, and I’m pretty sure something happened with them the other week at my house.”

“What look?”

Asher expelled a shaky breath as he gripped the rail. “The look you used to give Hailee. The same look that says you want something even though you know it’s a really fucking bad idea.”

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