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“Where’s the heartbreak? The cheating scandals? The unexpected plot twists?” Gladz chuckled, shaking her head. “Not everyone wants their love life to be a soap opera.” Cassie shot up, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, you’re missing out. Love is supposed to be thrilling. The push and pull, the angst, the desperation—” She clutched her chest like some tragic heroine. “Will they? Won’t they? It’s the spice of life!” Mica snorted. “Cass, you’ve been watching too many trashy telenovelas.”

In an absolutely-obviously-thoroughly-fucked kind of way. My hair was a complete disaster. What had started as soft waves yesterday was now a tangled, knotted mess that stuck out in every direction. There were actual knots where Zade's fingers had gripped and pulled. Evidence of how many times his hands had fisted in my hair while he'd moved inside me, while I'd taken him in my mouth, while he'd held me exactly where he wanted me. I reached up and tried to run my fingers through the tangles, wincing when they caught on a particularly bad knot.

It becomes a chain reaction as his groan sends vibrations through me and I push against him more. “Do you think the table could hold us up?” he asks, pausing for just a bit. Before I can think of a coherent response, he lifts me and pulls off his tee shirt. With frantic hands, I start to unbutton my shirt but it’s a tough task, with the things his tongue on my neck is doing to me. After what seems like a decade of trembling hands, we finally lose our clothes and I take the time to forget everything that’s going on, to get lost in the world.

They were soft but tangled. I ran my fingers in her hairs but it stopped midway. I felt a little frustrated with the knots and started sorting them unknowingly. She had long and heavy hairs, a few sweat buds started forming on my forehead because I took a challenging task. The more and more I was trying to sort them the more they were getting tangled. How girls manage their hairs?

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

"Fuck. This isn't good." "We should be able to override it if we use both our powers. We'd stand a better chance with Frog but he's probably standing by Tricksy as he deals with his loss." Tarsi pulled out his tangling needles and held them out in front of him in a flat 'x' pattern. They began to spark where they met in the middle.

I shook my head. "That looks really bad," I said, keeping my voice soft. "I have some spare gym clothes in my locker. They are a little old and smell a bit, but you can borrow them if you want." Offering her my old, smelly clothes was the biggest insult. Tiffany's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. She was so mad she couldn't even speak. She looked around the room. People were staring. Some people were covering their mouths. They were trying hard not to laugh at her.

Elena curled tighter against him, the moral dilemma heavier than ever. The tense alliance had survived another day. But the choice over the new evidence threatened to break them completely.

Scout leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing, while Tiana responded with giggles and playful touches. Then, to my utter horror, she reached for his collar, tugging him closer like she was about to kiss him. A sharp, unexpected rush of anger shot through me. What the hell? I wasn’t jealous. I wasn’t. But something about the way he let her touch him,so freely and casually infuriated me. Had he forgotten that we were married? Even if it was fake, he was embarrassing me, making it seem like I didn’t matter. Fine. Two can play this game.