Lola’s POVMorgan’s hand brushed mine as we walked further away from the noise of the party. He looked down at me with that familiar teasing grin, the one he wore too easily.“So,” he said casually, “are you satisfied with my answer just now, girlfriend?”I stopped mid-step, glaring at him. Heat rose in my cheeks, not from his words but from the smugness in his tone.“Stay away from me,” I snapped.He only laughed softly, tilting his head as if my anger amused him instead of pushing him back. “This feels familiar. Just like when we first met, you glaring at me, me refusing to leave you alone.”I exhaled sharply, rolling my eyes. “You treat everything like a joke.”His smile faded just slightly, though the playful tone stayed. “If you come with me,” he said, voice lower now, “I’ll leave here. Right now. Just us.”The words hit harder than I expected. My head turned sharply, away from him, toward the other side of the road where the lamps cast long shadows across the stones. I told mys
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