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“My head’s killing me.”

I frowned, concern rising. “Did you take some aspirin?”

“Yeah, about half an hour ago,” he said, shuffling to the door. “I’ll drink some water and lie down.”

A few minutes later, I heard the faint, low hum of music coming from his room. I let out a breath, relieved that he’d kept it quiet enough not to disturb me.

CHAPTER 27

Hudson

The faded facade of Fromby's stood defiant against the dreary October backdrop, its weathered sign proclaiming one final weekend of greasy indulgence until it was closed for the season. I sat in my truck in the far corner of the parking lot, inhaling the aroma of a triple cheeseburger and chili fries as raindrops danced across my windshield.

A sleek black Audi sliced through the downpour, catching my eye as it pulled into the lot. Even before the driver's side door swung open, I recognized Evan's car—and the familiar figure that emerged. The spoiled little fucker, never content with what he had.

Evan didn't bother with an umbrella, simply yanking up the hood of his football jacket as he bounded towards the entrance. But it wasn't until his companion leaned out that my blood began to boil. Reagan, her lips a vivid slash of crimson againstthe dismal gray, slapped Evan's ass playfully before pulling the door shut.

Of course she was with him. If Presley refused to put out, Evan would simply find his entertainment elsewhere. And Reagan, poor deluded thing, would keep throwing herself at him no matter how he used her.

I watched him weave through the sparse crowd huddled beneath the overhang, Evan pausing to chat while Reagan preened in front of her compact mirror in the car. Quickly, I snapped a few photos—not that Presley would need proof, but it never hurt to have evidence.

Minutes later, Evan reappeared, cradling a greasy bag and a large cup, boldly making his way back to the Audi without a care in the world. As if he didn't have a girl waiting for him at home, even if their relationship was forced. You'd think the prick would at least try to be discreet about his indiscretions.

I lingered a while longer, shoveling fries into my mouth as I scrolled Instagram. There, a new post from Presley: a picture of her in sweats, looking cozy and content.I hate rainy days, her caption read.

I hated them too and would much prefer to be in bed with her. I reasoned that she wasn’t cheating because Evan blackmailed her into dating him again. I would gladly take my punishment to save Presley from his clutches, but she wouldn’t listen to reason – all for that stupid notebook.

The rain came down harder, obscuring the parking lot in a smudge of color. I turned the truck on and hit the wipers before I backed out. With Evan here, I would stop by to see Presley and maybe help her rainy day improve. I was reluctant to get up this morning since my bed smelled of her. I wouldn’t change my sheets until it faded and I couldn’t smell her scent any longer.

I restedmy hand on the waistband of Presley’s sweatpants as her tongue tangled with mine. I parked down the street, several houses away just in case Evan stopped by but since he was hanging with Reagan, I doubted he would.

“Do it,” she muttered against my lips.

I slipped inside her pants, splaying my hand until I fingered her cleft. She arched her back, egging me on to touch her and I granted her silent request, sliding my finger over her clit. She hissed as I breached her opening, sliding inside with two fingers and using the heel of my hand to work her swollen bundle of nerves.

“You are beautiful,” I whispered as I pressed a kiss to her ear.

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she panted.

I bit into her chin. “There are no other girls, there never were.”

She grabbed my wrist, gripping it hard. “Don’t stop,” she begged.

I fucked her faster with my fingers and she threw her head back, moaning my name as she hit her release. I kissed the corner of her mouth and removed my hand, licking her essence off my fingers.

“I wish you could sleep over,” Presley said.

“Me too but we got shit to figure out. Did you talk to Neil?” I asked.

“He won’t say anything. I think he’s starting to understand that Evan is using him to get to me.”

I slammed my eyebrows together. “Your brother is better off staying away from him. Tell him.”

She snuggled against my chest. “I have. Whether he listens to me is another story. He likes hanging with the older guys.”

“But he’s not older.”

She sighed. “Two more weeks and football is over. The team isn’t going anywhere in the postseason.”

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