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Even mine.

“We should do it. Look at how the last time you were kind of blackmailed turned out,” Everett says, waving towards the hallway where Andi is sleeping, gripping Beck’s shoulder. “We just need to stay in control of everything.”

His words make me scoff.

Because the last thing I feel when it comes to Andi right now is control.

CHAPTER 29

Andi

Iwake up slowly, my brain piecing together little bits and pieces of my surroundings.

First, the scent of warm paper. Close, enveloping me entirely. On the sheets underneath me, the blanket on top of me, and the pillow my head rests on.

The next thing my brain registers is the dull headache, the dryness of my mouth, and a faint nausea that reminds me that I drank way too much last night.

Oh yeah, last night.

I blink my eyes open, squinting because the sunshine streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Leo’s room shoots straight through my skull like an icepick to the brain.

Ouch.

When I finally manage to open my eyes without feeling like the light is stabbing me, I register the fact that Leo is right in front of me. His arm is heavy around my waist, his chest rising and falling with his even and slow breaths.

I freeze for a second, my hungover brain taking longer than usual to take stock of my surroundings.

I’m in Leo’s bed.

In his apartment.

Flashes of last night start flitting back into my mind in a blur.

But, I’m still in the dress I was in last night. The only thing I’m not wearing are my heels. And Leo’s wearing a shirt. So I don’t think anything crazy happened.

Well, I guess some crazy stuff happened.

Like making out with Leo and Beck on the dance floor. Oh, and getting blackmailed. Plus, Elijah carried me twice and also insisted I call him Eli instead of Elijah. Crazy stuff.

“Good morning,” Leo murmurs, tugging me closer into his chest.

I let out a little squeak as the short skirt of my dress starts riding up from the motion. I’m covered by the blankets, but still.

“Good—good morning.” I rest my hands on his chest, my gaze roaming around his face.

“How bad is your hangover?” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer the question before he’s leaning down and gently brushing his lips against mine.

It’s a soft and tender kiss, but it sends a bolt of panic shooting through me, regardless.

“Hey! My breath stinks,” I say, pushing myself backward and covering my mouth with my hand.

“No, it doesn’t.”

“You’re lying, I can taste it and it tastes like death,” I say, pushing myself up. I run a hand through my hair only to realize that... “Did you braid my hair?”

“Yeah, I didn’t want it to get too tangled,” he says with a shrug, reaching over his head to stretch before leaning over and grabbing some pain meds and a bottle of water from beside the bed. “For you.”

“Th—thank you,” I say, blinking at him in shock. “This is... so nice.”