Got Too Close
I wanted to curl up with him, whisper in his ear, and shiver when he murmured filthy nothings in mine.
I wanted home.
But Calabria felt distant with the music blaring, my feet aching, and my stomach twisting. Gianna was halfway through recounting Amara’s technique like she was giving a TED Talk on closet make-outs.
“Please,” I groaned. “No more details. My baby’s got enough to deal with.”
Gianna giggled and leaned back. “You’re lucky Damon’s not into closets, or you’d never get that office back.”
Then I spotted him—Joey, standing awkwardly by the snack table, not even pretending to mingle, his eyes fixed on us. On *her*.
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