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And then he’s gone.

I exhale slowly.

The warmth of his lips still lingers, but it’s tangled with a knot in my stomach.

I’m carryingsecrets. Lots of them.

Caleb tonight…

That run-in with Hunter that still crackles under my skin…

And Grayson’s steady presence that unravels me…

I don’t know what I’m doing.

All I know is I need to get out of this costume, into bed, and maybe—just maybe—stop setting fires I don’t know how to put out.

Chapter Fifteen

Rilee

I wake up to the smell of disinfectant and the distant hum of a vacuum.

For one disoriented second, I think I’m at the hospital.

Then I sit up, blink, and remember—hockey house.

The carnage of last night’s party should be everywhere. But the hallway’s spotless. Kitchen? Clean. The living room?

Vacuumed. Cushions fluffed. The spilled beer’s gone, and so is the blood.

Hunter is wiping down the counters shirtless like he’s starring in a cursed Mr. Clean commercial.

“Morning,” he mutters without looking at me.

I don’t respond.

Becausewhat do you even say to that?

Hey, thanks for being weirdly domestic after almost kissing me outside while I was still emotionally drunk on Grayson and sex-dazed from Caleb?

Nope.

I grab my bag and flee.

Lexi’s already at our usual table when I get to the café near campus, a basket of mozzarella sticks steaming between us and her highlighter lid clenched between her teeth.

“Look who survived the Thirst Trap Halloween Massacre,” she says. “You look like someone who woke up in a Lifetime movie titled‘Too Many Hockey Boys, Not Enough Boundaries.’”

I groan and flop into the seat. “Lex. I’m in trouble.”

She dips a stick in ranch. “Did you murder one of them?”

“I kissed Grayson.”

She doesn’t blink. “Okay.”

“And I…” I lower my voice. “Went down on Caleb.”

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