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You are too.

I chuckle, “There’s nothing for me to be jealous about. He’s the one who’ll have to live with the fact that I’m finger fucking his ex in my Bugatti.”

“I—fuck.” She starts to speak but her words trail when my fingers curl inside her, her legs widening for me.

“Did he fuck you?”

“Why do you care?”

My free hand comes to her throat when she stops at a light in front of the school. “Did. He. Fuck. You?”

She looks me in my eyes as my fingers stop. “Yes.” Pulling my fingers out, I taste her on my tongue, staring right into those bloodstones. She tastes sweeter than I thought a girl from The Valley would. A sweetness takes over my tastebuds, like Fun Dip.

“Whore.” Her brows furrow at my response before I instruct her where to park. When she does, I lean over, releasing those reddened nipples from their clasps. “A whore that can be a good girl for me.” She glances around as I uncuff her. “What? You got a problem being seen with a Crown?”

“I have a problem being seen with you.”An officer passes the car, my eyes following him.

Shit.

Ember’s words fade as I notice the influx of cops around the main building.

“What? No stupid comeback?” she asks. “No remark about throwing me on your hood and spanking me like a bad girl?”

Scanning the front of campus, I already spot ten cops roaming about.

“Ohh, shit. Mac?” Glancing at Ember, she’s caught on. “Do you think?—”

My phone chimes, cutting off her words. Looking at the screen, it’s the last thing I want to see.

Lucifer: get here now

“I have to go.” Reaching for the passenger door, I give her my next command. “Get out.”

Her brows lower. “I thought we had a project to work on.”

“Start without me.” Opening the driver’s door, warmth hits me when I take her hand, pulling her out. “Go to the rink.”

She adjusts her shirt, her cheeks still flushed with red. Her voice lowers to a whisper before she asks, “What about the police?”

“Keep your head down. Head straight to the rink.” Her body stiffens as she looks around, the colour draining from her face. “Don’t answer any questions.”

“Mac, wait.” She stops me from getting into the car again as my phone rings.

Jaw clenched, I push her out of the way. “Do what I say, or get locked up”

“Mac, please,” she begs, her trembling palms slamming against the window when I close the door. “I don’t want to do this alone.”

Grabbing the materials at the foot of the passenger’s seat, I lower the window, pushing it out. “Should’ve stayed in The Valley.”

TWELVE

EMBER

He didn’t show up.

Dropping the spray can to the polished concrete, my hands come to my bare arms, warming them up against the coldness of the arena. Despite doing this alone, a small smile tugs at my face as I look up at the bare bones of my artwork.

Idiot: the mural needs to show the SBU community spirit

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