Yubi. I thought I had survived the first few days living with Trey. Survived the tension, the stolen glances, the accidental brushes, the unbearable magnetism between us. But tonight, at this party, I realized I hadn’t survived a thing.My mom had insisted we attend a small gathering family and friends gathering. I didn’t want to go, but apparently, showing a united “blended family” front was mandatory. And there he was, Trey, standing a few steps behind me, tall, silent, exuding that same dangerous calm stoic look that made my stomach twist and my pulse race.I tried to focus on the conversation, on the polite laughter, on pretending I belonged. But someone brushing past me, whispering in my ear, caught my attention immediately.“Hey, you look amazing tonight,” the guy said, smiling a little too closely. His hand brushed my shoulder, lingering.My stomach did flips, and I tried to step back. “Uh thanks,” I murmured, forcing a polite smile.And then I felt it, Trey’s hand closing aro
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