“Your mate.” She says it casually, like she’s asking what I want for lunch, but her eyes are gleaming with curiosity. “Which one of those boys is it?” Heat surges into my face so fast it’s dizzying. Thoughts of Roman slam into me before I can stop them—his voice, his eyes, the way he looks relaxed around me. My chest tightens. I pinch the soft flesh of my arm, hard, trying to ground myself in the sting instead. “Please don’t say that word again,” I manage, my voice cracking. “It’s… triggering.” “Triggering what?” she teases, her grin positively wicked now. She kicks off her heels with a thud, climbs onto the bed, and pats her thigh until I relent and rest my head there. Her fingers thread gently through my hair, and she asks in a sing-song voice, “So tell me… is he the hot redhead? Or the one named Chris?” “None of them.” My voice is too sharp, too quick. I know she notices. Her brows shoot up, her grin widening as if she’s piecing it together. “Ohhh. Oh. It’s the handsome rave
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