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“That reminds me, Linc…you’re looking awfully happy lately. Is dream girl as good of a fuck as you thought she’d be?” asked Ari innocently.
Once again, I found myself punching my best friend. But I aimed for his gut this time, not wanting to hurt his face for the ladies he’d be meeting up with in Boston on our road trip.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “I was just kidding.”
“Well, don’t,” I snapped.
Peters held up his hands, his eyes wide.
I knew I was acting crazy. Ari was going to die at this rate.
He straightened up. “What did I do this time? Wealwaystalk about girls like that.”
“Not her,” I muttered. “Never her.”
He shook his head and stared off, his smugness melting away, replaced by something that resembled desperation.
That certainly didn’t match the situation.
Not for the first time, I wondered about Ari’s past. He’d gone from the streets to my fancy prep school, and although a hockey scholarship explained how he’d got in…I wondered if he’d ever tell me about the years that came before.
I gave them both a chin lift, and Ari slapped my shoulder, letting me know we were good. I needed to buy him a car or something. To make up for being such a raging psycho lately.
A second later…I’d forgotten them both as I headed tofinallypick up Monroe.
* * *
I watched that fucker Kevin through the glass door as he leaned in closer to her, his eyes raking over her body. She was surrounded by the flowers I sent her every day—she wasn’t hiding them anymore after I’d told her how I felt about that.
And he still hadn’t gotten the hint.
My knuckles whitened as my fists clenched, the heat of jealousy consuming me.
She was mine.Onlymine.
I couldn't take the thought of anyone else touching her.
She laughed at something he said, her long black hair swaying with the movement, but I could tell it was her fake laugh. Everything about her posture screamed that she was uncomfortable.
I tried to hold myself back. I really did. This was her place of work. It was important to her. Way more important than I could understand apparently, judging by how this morning had gone.
But the urge to stake my claim on her was growing stronger by the second.
When he reached out to smooth her hair away from her face…I finally fucking snapped.
I opened the door, loudly, and their attention snapped to me.
“Hey, dream girl,” I called to her, giving her my sexiest grin.
Her gaze immediately softened, into that look she only gave tome.
The one that always gave me hope she fuckinglovedme.
“Ready to go?”
She nodded, standing up and gathering her things.
“Want to bring some of the flowers home with us?” I asked innocently, wanting to make it clear to Kevin that she was actually living with me now.
