Jake pulled back, but Naomi surged forward, her breath smelling of tequila as she chased his lips. He pressed a hand against her shoulder to create distance.“That’s enough. You’re drunk,” he said, his voice flat. “I didn’t come here for this.”Naomi’s lips curled into a slow, lazy grin. “Why not, baby? Just like old times.”Jake opened his mouth to retort, but the words died. Over Naomi’s shoulder, his gaze locked onto Anna. His heart hammered against his ribs—she was standing perfectly still, her eyes wide.“Anna,” he whispered.The moment he moved, Anna spun around and disappeared into the pulse of the party.“Anna, wait!” he yelled, lunging forward, but Naomi’s fingers clamped around his wrist like a trap.“What do you think you’re doing?” Naomi’s voice sharpened, her playful haze replaced by a jagged edge. “Don’t tell me you’re actually going after her.”Jake looked at Naomi, really looked at her, and saw the calculated gleam in her eyes. “You knew,” he hissed, his jaw tight. “Yo
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