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“Shut up.”

“There are only two things that are going to shut me up.” My gaze snaps to her lips. “That. Or your pussy.”

She rolls her eyes, but her cheeks flush. “That’s not happening again.”

“Again implies it happened once.” I grin down at her, enjoying the way she has to look up at me. “Which means you’re thinking about it.”

“I’m thinking about how insufferable you are.”

“Mhm.” My fingers brush her wrist. “That why you’re blushing?”

She yanks her hand back. “That’s the tea.”

“Right.” I push off the counter and head to the fridge. “The tea.”

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for food.” I peer inside. Empty except for beer and takeout containers. That’s too much for her stomach. She needs something lighter but still with carbs. Fuck. “Or not.”

“When’s the last time you went grocery shopping?”

“When’s the last time you kept food down?”

Her sharp intake of breath makes me wince. Low blow, Milton.

“Fuck, I didn’t—I’m sorry,” I say, head held low.

“When you brought me lunch.” She gets off the stool. “I should go.”

I slam the fridge shut. “Stay.”

“Why?”

Because I can’t stand the thought of you alone. Because seeing you break down in that bathroom killed me. Because maybe I need you here as much as you need to be here. “Because I’ll make you something.”

“With what?”

“I’m guessing Bash has a pretty full fridge. Or Connor. Or Elijah.”

A smile tugs at her lips. “That’s your plan?”

“That’s not a no.”

She sighs, dropping her purse. “Fine. But I’m not eating.”

“Wasn’t going to make you.” Yet. “Just stay and taste.”

I grab my keys and head for Sebastian’s apartment next door. “Coming?”

“You’re seriously going to raid Bash’s fridge?” Naomi trails behind me.

“He owes me.” For what, I’m not sure, but he always owes me something.

“And what if he’s home?”

“Even better.” I unlock his door with my spare key. “He can cook for us.”

The apartment’s dark and quiet. Sebastian and Lil are on a spa weekend.

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