Chapter 17: Lines We Can’t CrossCassandra’s POVBrady stood under the streetlight near our apartment building, hands in his hoodie pockets, that familiar easy smile on his face. But his bright blue eyes looked serious tonight. Alexander’s hand brushed mine for half a second before he pulled it away, his body going rigid beside me.“Alone?” I repeated, shifting my weight. I could still feel Alexander inside me from the library, warm, sticky, a constant reminder of what we’d done just an hour ago. “Brady, it’s late. Is everything okay?”Alexander’s jaw clenched. “Whatever you need to say, you can say it in front of me, man. We’re all friends here, right?”Brady rubbed the back of his neck, messy blond hair falling into his eyes. “That’s the thing. I’m not sure we are anymore. Cassandra, you’ve been dodging me for weeks. Every time I try to get close, Alexander is right there. I just… I need to know if I’m wasting my time or if there’s actually something here.”The guilt hit me hard. B
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