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Willow looks at me. “Oh, Jax…”

“Holy hell,” I whisper.

“Thanks for that.”

“Are you okay?”

“No, Jax. I’m sick. Can’t you tell?”

She looks… rough.

Her hair looks like a rat’s nest.

Her skin is all clammy.

Her lips are dried, wrinkled, and chapped.

Her nose is bright red from sneezing and wiping.

Her eyes are big and puffy too.

“Something bad?” I ask.

“Like what? Some sexual disease?”

“Wow. No. I mean… never mind.”

“I should have texted you. I’m sorry. I thought I could sleep it off. You just woke me up from a nap. But, whatever. You’re here. Come in. We can still hang or whatever. You can work on some stuff and I’ll check it.”

Willow turns and I follow her into her dorm.

She’s in an old sweatshirt and some booty shorts that are hugging her ass tight. And I mean… tight.

I stare at her ass.

At her legs.

She’s barefoot.

I look at her feet. Her toes.

What are you doing, Jax?

Willow looks back. “I am really sorry about this.”

I look at her eyes. Her face.

I have the sudden urge to just walk up to her and take that hoodie off her.

See what she’s wearing under it.

My best guess?

Nothing.

She’s wearing nothing under that hoodie.

That means when I walk up to her and take it off… it’ll just me be and her bare breasts…

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