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I tug on his t-shirt. “Tell me who the girl was, Reign.”

He doesn’t.

Or at least not right away. First, he takes me in.

It’s not as if he hasn’t seen me ever since he arrived. He has. We’ve been standing in front of each other all this time,looking. But for some reason this is the first time I take into account as to how I look.

What I’m wearing.

Maybe because he looks at me in the way he did my room only a few minutes ago. Slowly and as if getting reacquainted. Which is why I realize that I’m ready for bed.

My hair’s loosely braided with most of it scattered around my face. I’m wearing a light pink, off-the-shoulder sleep shirt that comes down to mid-thigh.

Just regular clothes.

But holy shit, how could I forget?

That I’m not wearing a bra.

Oh lord.

One, because I hate bras and given the size of my boobs, I always have to wear one.Always, without fail. And two, because as I said, I’m ready for bed and who wears a bra while sleeping?

And now that I remember it, my no-bra situation, I wonder if he’s noticed.

God please don’t let him have noticed.

How freaking embarrassing.

But then I’m not thinking about my no-bra situation or if he knows it because he closes that gap he’d created just now, and I move with him.

Until my spine is right where it was only seconds ago, stuck to the bedpost. Only this time I think he’s much closer because I’m still touching him, tugging on his t-shirt.

He’s close enough for me to do all the things that I never want to do.

But always can and do anyway.

Count his eyelashes. Study the red flecks in his eyes and the curve of his plump lips.

Fill my lungs with him.

I’m in the process of doing all that when he says, “Not a girl.Girls.”

I stiffen. “How many?”

He’s watching me all intensely, penetratingly and I know I should hide my feelings from him. But I don’t even know what I’m feeling right now to be able to hide it.

Except that I don’t like the sound of that.Girls.

At all.

“Well,” he goes, “there was one at this bar. She snuck in with a bunch of people, I think. She wasn’t old enough to be there. And then another one at this party. Again, I think she snuck in. Uninvited. And then, there was one that I found in the woods one night.”

“What woods?” I ask. “The ones on the estate?”

“Yeah.”

I bring my other hand up and grip his t-shirt, extremely angry now. “What was she doing onthisestate?”

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