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Owen manages to fill the lull in conversation. “What did Thalia mean when she said about the last time she let a guy in?” Of course, he caught that. Owen apparently sees and hears everything.

I hesitate, unsure of what to say. “It was about her ex. Some guy from France.” She’s going to kill me.

He stares at me in disbelief, “Lia never said anything about a guy while she was there.”

“I don’t know, Owen. It’s not my place to say anything. I’d suggest not asking unless you want to be hit in the face.” I’ve learned my lesson. I will not be bringing Louis up ever again.

I pull into the first spot I see, ending the conversation. I shiver, getting out of the car, stopping at the trunk for my spare jacket that isn’t there because I gave it to Thalia on Halloween—the things I do for that girl. I guess I’m cold today.

“Did you open that for a reason?”

“I was looking for my jacket, but I guess I took it out and forgot to put it back. Oh well.” I shrug, and he smirks at me.

“You gave it to Thalia, didn’t you?” he correctly assumes, and I roll my eyes to try to play it off.

“Are you wanting a ride back to the apartment after our classes, or do you feel like walking home?”

Owen looks at me as if I’m crazy. “I have no interest in being in that apartment after our classes. I made plans with Blake for lunch, just in case everything went the way I expected it to. You’re a goddamn simp, Bash. Chris is going to have a field day when I tell him she’s already started stealing your shit.”

I roll my eyes and shove my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants as I walk in the opposite direction to get to my class. Even though I’m cold, I can’t help but smile because I got the girl.

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“Bash?” Thalia’s voice whispers, and I groan, hugging her tighter. “Sebastian,” she sings lightly, and I groan. I’m not ready to get up. I want to stay here forever.

“Go back to sleep. I have the day off,” I mumble, tucking my face into the crook of her neck.

She combs her fingers through my hair. “There are no days off.”

“Thalia, sleep. Please.”

“I have a surprise,” she continues, and the thought that comes to mind immediately is enough for me to lift my head. It’s still dark outside my window, which tells me I’m right to protest getting up. “Oh good, you are awake.”

“Well, yeah, you woke me up. Give me a moment to wake up fully, and I’ll make it worth your while,” I say, kissing her gently. It’s wild how fast my life has changed. It’s not even light outside, and I’m willing to get up because Thalia asked.

Lia pulls back after a moment. “Bash, we’re not having sex, but it’s good to know that thinking we will can successfully wake you up,” she teases, and my jaw drops as I flop onto my back.

“You’re mean.”

“I am mean,” Thalia agrees, patting my chest before sliding out of the bed. “Get ready; I’d suggest warm clothes. We’re leaving in ten minutes.” The door shuts behind her, and I sit up, rubbing a hand over my face. What fucking time is it?

After stumbling into clothes that I hope meet the criteria for whatever Thalia has planned, I walk into the kitchen, frowning when I see on the clock it’s not even five in the morning. I don’t even have to get up this early for morning weights.

Thalia beams at me when she sees me standing there, making it worth getting up to see how happy she is. She has a fuzzy hat on and is packing up her camera bag. “Before you freak about what time it is, I made you coffee to go.” Lia smiles hopefully, holding a thermos up.I can’t tell Thalia no with her looking at me that way. I don’t know if I could tell her no in general because she has me wrapped around her finger.

A smile tugs at my lips, and I accept her peace offering. “Are you sure we can’t go back to sleep?”

She grabs my keys off the counter and walks toward the front door. “Positive! If you want to, I’ll let you sleep in the car.”

I clutch the thermos like it’s my life support, following Thalia out to my car as I do my best not to fall down the stairs. I sit in the passenger seat, which is something I might have to get used to if she keeps stealing my keys. I like to drive. It’s one of my control issues that I can’t let go of, but I didn’t even protest when Thalia climbed in the driver’s seat. I try to close my eyes, but Thalia makes it impossible with her screeching.

She has many skills and talents, but singing isn’t one of them. “Did you know you couldn’t sing?” I say after listening to her belt to the classic rock station playing.

“What are you talking about? I’m great,” Thalia protests. I smile watching her drum on the steering wheel as if it’s her drum kit.

“Maybe at night, or if everyone is drunk?”

“Oh please. Go back to sleep if you’re going to be rude.”

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