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“I guess it’s friendship.”

“I don’t know if I like it,” Willow says.

“You think I want this? My shirt is covered in tears and boogers and I’m not even getting my cock played with.”

“You’re such a pussy.”

“Did you just call me a pussy?” I growl.

Willow snorts and starts to laugh.

She throws her head back.

I let her go and she stumbles back, still laughing at me.

I step up to her again, my eyes wide.

I’m annoyed.

But she’s laughing.

When she stops, she takes a breath, then starts to cry again.

What am I supposed to do now?

What else can I do?

I hug Willow again… and let her cry her eyes out over her douchebag brother.

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MILA

It’s quiet.

Dare I say it, but life is finally quiet.

The past week has been nothing but classes, studying, papers, tests, praise from Dr. Donahue, and then mind-blowing sex with Jax.

And I’m not talking the nighttime let’s fuck kind of thing.

Jax wakes me up with his tongue each morning.

Sometimes he just kisses me until I wake up. Other times he will play with my nipples until I’m giggling and soaked…

This morning he woke me up by going down on me.

Oh my, what a feeling that is.

Waking up to Jax’s evil-yet-perfect tongue gliding up and down against my clit.

It took me a second or two to remember who I was and where I was.

And when I looked down at him… through my groggy haze… he was smiling at me.

Evil.

Yet perfect.

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