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Such jerks, these two.

So tempting on their own.

But insanely intoxicating when together.

When I turn to look up at Ezra, I can see his shoulders shake with soft laughter. The son of a bitch is enjoying this.

Is it wrong that my heart flutters to be trapped? That instead of hating them for what they’re doing, I want to thank them instead?

Exhaling loudly, I continue my path up the stairs, knowing Damon is walking up behind me.

Ezra doesn’t move as I approach to stand in front of him, those amber eyes catching mine with amusement rolling behind them.

We stare at each other for several silent seconds, a cascade of memories crashing between us.

He dips his head to fill my vision, his voice a soft tease.

“You were going the wrong way.”

Ezra used to say that to me every time I attempted to escape him in school. I blink slowly against the clench of my heart to hear the words again.

Swallowing down the knot of concern in my throat, I answer, “I don’t think away from you is the wrong way.”

He grins, pure arrogance against a mature, masculine face.

“Come play with us, killer.”

I want nothing more than to do just that, but I also remember how attached these boys once were. The heartbreak we all suffered to say goodbye.

“Just this once, right? It’s this time and never again?”

Nodding, his eyes capture mine, hold me in place, refuse to let go.

My voice is low when I ask, “What if somebody sees us?”

His gaze drops to my lips and climbs back up, the subtle movement of his eyes driving my pulse even faster.

He opens his mouth to answer, but says nothing when another loud voice fills the room instead.

“Oh, my God! Yes, Tanner! Give it to me harder!”

All our heads turn toward the sound, but before I can process what the hell I just heard, Ezra grabs my arm and tugs me closer.

“They won’t see us now.”

No. I guess they won’t.

Everybody is too busy staring at Tanner and his date, giving us just a few minutes to escape unnoticed.

Laughing as Ezra rushes me down the hall with Damon trailing at our back, I ask, “Did you set them up to do that?”

His lips quirk, but he doesn’t answer me, our feet moving quickly as we sneak past several sitting rooms where people mingle and turn left down another long hall.

“Where the hell are we going?”

I can’t help my laughter. This feels like when we were kids sneaking around school.

Ezra looks around, mumbles, “I have no idea,” but then directs me toward a set of double doors that are entirely off limits.

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