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Apparently, Bash liked to cook.
Or maybe he just liked that it gave him an excuse to stay out of his living room, which we’d turned into a dance floor.
It wasn’t as good as the nightclub—with Zander’s hands on my hips and his body moving with mine, it wasso much better.
Toward the end of the night, Brynn stole me from Zander and Tatum from Rafael. The guys gave us space, moving to the kitchen to chat while we sang and danced together.
We collapsed on the couch in a fit of laughter soon enough, snuggled up in a pile like we would’ve in the good old days.
The good old days, before the Villins upended our lives.
It occurred to me, snuggled up with them, that I wouldn’t have gone back to those days even if I could. Not when the alternative was going home with Zander, where he’d leave me flowers with silly notes, do yoga on the lawn, and make lists and contracts to persuade me to see things differently.
I was happy with him.
Really, heart-achingly happy.
And the swirling mark on my hand meant it never had to end. That was the most mind-boggling part of it all, honestly.
“Maybe now that you’re both mated to demons, we should change the coffee shops’ names toCoffee, Toffee, & Lust,” Brynn said, drunk giggles escaping her.
Tatum and I busted up laughing too.
The laughter faded, and Brynn finally sighed. Her eyes watered a little. “I think I really am going to be alone forever.”
“You’re twenty-three, B. If worst comes to worst, I’ll use Rafael’s money to buy you a new identity so you can escape your brothers,” Tatum said, petting Brynn’s smooth, blonde hair.
“Technically it’s your money too,” she sniffled.
I snorted, and both girls broke out laughing again.
We all wiped tears away—most of them, happy ones.
“We should text Anastasia,” Tatum said, fumbling for her phone. “She’ll be the most excited of all of us.”
“You shouldnotdo that,” Rafael said, appearing behind the couch we were on. His hand dipped beneath her ass to steal her phone from the pocket of her jeans. “Zander will call her in the morning, when no one’s drunk.”
Tatum made a face at him, and it was Brynn’s turn to petherhair. “It’s okay. She can be the happiest tomorrow.” After a moment, she sat up straight. “Do you know what we need?”
“What do we need?” Tatum checked.
“A chick flick!”
Tatum sighed. “I thought you were going to say pizza.”
Another snort escaped me.
I was a happy drunk.
“I’ll set it up,” Zander said, grinning from beside Rafael.
My eyes landed on him, and remained there.
“You’re staring,” Brynn whispered to me.
“He’s beautiful,” I whispered back.
His grin widened.
