Kevin followed close behind, throwing an arm over Lacey's shoulder in that casual, buddy-buddy way.Only then did Adrian notice the hickeys scattered across Lacey's neck. He sank back onto the couch, dazed, hit by a hollow ache.But her friends were feeling cheeky, grilling Lacey in Portuguese for all the dirty details.Maybe it was guilt, but Lacey instinctively shoved Kevin's hand away and glanced at Adrian. She walked over and sat down next to him."Hey, why so jumpy? He doesn't understand Portuguese. If it were English or French, then you'd have something to worry about.""No way he'd understand. Right, ladies? Ha ha!""You guys are awful—piling on Adrian like that."Hearing her friends' reassurance, Lacey finally relaxed.She smiled and gave Adrian a quick peck on the lips. "Adrian, don't mind us, okay? We all grew up in the same town, so we always slip into Portuguese at these get-togethers. It's just a habit."Behind his calm mask, he clenched his fists. What they didn'
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