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“Leave, Amanda, now.”

With an angry grunt, she whirls around, storms out of my room, and slams the door closed.

Flexing my hands, I pace around my room while forcing myself to take a deep breath and release it through my nostrils.

She had no right. I was a fool for agreeing to sleep with her all those years ago, but I was ignorant and high off attention. If I could go back in time, I would tell myself to think logically and not with my other head. I would follow my heart and be with?—

“Are you okay?”

Her voice instantly puts me at ease. My shoulders drop, and I unclench my fists.

All I can think when I look at her is how far from “plain” she is. Magic lights up the depths of Wren’s eyes; it shines through and lights the darkness in my soul. I’d fall to my knees for her. Worship her like a goddess and be devoted to her and only her.

“Theo?”

Clearing my throat, I bring my thoughts back to the present. “Yes, sorry. I’m okay.”

“I heard shouting.”

“It was a disagreement, but it’s over. I asked her to leave.”

Wren nods and doesn’t pry. “Okay.”

I hold her gaze, and my heart aches as the pull between us becomes hard to resist. The need to be near her is irresistible.

“Your mom called me. She humbly asked for our presence this Saturday. Apparently, you’ve been avoiding her calls.”

There’s that smile I love so much.

“What’s this Saturday?” I ask with a quirk of my brow.

“Her birthday. Did you forget?”

“I’ve been. . . preoccupied.” My eyes fall to her lips, and my breath hitches. “Listen, I’ll be in my room most of the day tomorrow.” Might as well put all this pent-up desire to good use and make a video.

“Oh, how come?” Her tone falters, and I dare to think it’s because she’s disappointed.

“Need to record and edit, but don’t worry, it’ll be just me in here.”

Wren’s face flushes when she realizes what I mean. “Right, okay. I’ll be good and quiet.”

Reaching out, I twist one of her curls around my fingers before tucking it behind her ear, allowing my knuckles to skim her jawline.

“Dinner tomorrow? We can have whatever you want.”

And with a warm smile, she says, “It’s a date.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Wren

There aregood and bad things about my new room. The good things: One, it’s always cold. Two, I’m safe. Three, the blankets are comfortable, and the bed is cozy.

Although, I’m starting to think the bad outweighs the good because of one thing.

The sun.

It’s like it’s using my face for target practice, and it lands a bullseye every morning. I haven’t had the time to buy black-out curtains, so I’m up with the sun at the ass crack of dawn.

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