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Powerful.
Mine.
“Woo.” Sydney fans herself. “He cleans up nicely.”
“Why are you acting like you haven’t seen him in years?”
Come to think of it, why am I?
“You can’t expect me to get a good look in a club while trying not to get punched by some douchebag,” she says.
Okay, good point.
And that reminds me. “What happened with your boy, the one who vanished?”
“He’s not my boy. Jeez, Gigi, how many times do I have to say it? And… I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
I frown at her, but Jarett reaches our table, and she gets up, all smiles.
“Hi, Jarett.” She sticks out her hand. “I’m Sydney.”
I roll my eyes.
“I know,” he says slowly, but takes her hand. “Jarett. In case you’d forgotten.”
She laughs.
Jarett turns to me. “Does she need saving today? No? Just checking.”
“He’s funny!” Sydney gasps.
He lifts a brow. “Yeah, I don’t always just hit people.”
Was this a mistake? I just wanted my bestie to properly meet my boy. I mean, we’re not officially together, and everything Merc said keeps playing in a loop in my mind, but we spend every night together, and whenever he has time, he calls me.
We talk about our day. He tells me what he intends to do with me during the night.
I can’t focus in class, or when I try to study at home. I keep doodling, drawing his face, seeing his face in front of me.
I’m all his. Does he know that?
Is he mine? Could he ever be?
“No saving needed today,” Sydney says. “And I had no idea Gigi asked you to look out for me, Jarett. Sorry if I bit your head off when you were helping me the other night.”
I glare at her. Jarett never told me this.
But he just sits down beside me and takes my hand. “That’s fine. I’d promised Gigi to take care of you, and I keep my promises.”
I give him a watery smile back. Is this my answer? Once he promises something, he can never break that promise? That means he won’t leave the gang, ever.
Her brows climb up. “Okay. Well, let me get you guys something to drink. As a way of saying thank you.”
He nods. “Black coffee, no sugar.”
“Sure thing. And a latte for my bestie. Coming right up.”
My heart is heavy. How many times does he have to say it for me to finally grasp that he won’t fight to be with me?
