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I wince at her screaming. “Tone it down, Mom, please.”

Dad chuckles at my comment, no doubt realizing why I need a lower volume right now. “Rough night, sweet pea?”

“We can let you go, just wanted to give you a call,” my mom says quietly.

I smile, grateful that she chose to lower her volume for me. “I’ll either call you later tonight or tomorrow, I just can’t right now.”

We hang up after wishing each other a Happy New Year and I head back into the comfort of my room. As soon as I’m under the blankets, my mind drifts to thoughts of Ryan and I whimper at the way my body betrays me when it comes to him. I shut the thoughts off though and close my eyes for another blissful sleep.

* * *

“Girl, wake up!”

My head feels a lot better than earlier, but I could still use a lower volume when people talk to me. I groan at Millie, then lift my hand to shoo her away from me and out of my room. Instead of complying, she jumps into the middle of my bed, caging me in between her legs.

“Nope. Rise and shine, sleepyhead.”

I lift until I’m resting on my elbows, leveling her with a decent glare, but she only laughs at me and throws a pair of pajamas at me. “Movie night, you agreed.”

“I don’t know why I’d ever agree to such a travesty.”

She shrugs before bouncing happily out of my room. The rummaging in cabinets causes me to panic because the last time she tried to make popcorn she almost burned the place down. Not that I’d be complaining about a better place, but that still doesn’t change the fact that we’d have nowhere else to go.

It takes me about two seconds to slip my pajamas on and meet her in the kitchen, where she stands with a satisfied smirk on her face but no popcorn in her hands.

“I figured that would get you moving faster.”

I glare at her but can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “You’re ridiculous.”

Millie leaves the kitchen to get a movie started on the TV while I find the popcorn, along with the perfect seasoning for it, and two cans of soda for us. A few minutes later, I sit our snacks on the coffee table and take the cushion beside her while looking at the movie she has playing.

“Horror, really?”

She shakes her head. “We played yours last time. Deal with it, babe.”

I never understood her love for these movies. It’s all the same thing. Group of people, the hot one always dies first, and another one is usually dumb enough to follow the weird ass noise. Millie lives for these things though, so I humor her sometimes and sit through the torture because she does the same for me.

“So…”

Damn it. I thought we talked about this enough that she’d leave me alone today. I should’ve known better than that though. She sits Indian style while facing me, barely paying attention to her own movie, and shoving popcorn in her mouth.

“What?” I ask nonchalantly, as if I have no clue what she wants to talk about.

She gasps and throws a handful of popcorn at me. “You better start talking.”

I chuck my own handful at her and it quickly turns into a popcorn fight until we are in a fit of giggles on the living room floor with popcorn scattered throughout. We look around, then at each other, before laughing even harder.

“We need to talk about him.”

Chapter6

Ryan

It’s been a week since the party and the only thing I can seem to think about is how perfect the kiss between Ava and I was. Fortunately for me, Alex hasn’t come by to chew me out for “stealing” his girl.

What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him though, so I plan to play out the boyfriend role as long as he continues to be a jackass with her. It would probably help if I ran these plans by Ava, but I can’t bring myself to go see her about it.

I’m usually pretty confident in myself; I’ve never been one to worry about what a woman thinks about me. For some reason, I want Ava to have a good opinion of me, especially after whatever happened between her and Alex. I’ve heard rumors around the office when no one thinks I’m listening, and according to the majority of them, Alex was caught by Ava in his office with his assistant.

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