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I didn’t argue with him, but I was in a daze as he straightened my clothes and then grabbed my hand, leading me to the elevator. I was still in a daze the entire drive to dance and as he dropped me off.

And as I was twirling around in class later on, feeling rested for the first time in what seemed like forever, I was quite sure that I was in way over my head.

CHAPTER 17

CAMDEN

Me: I need help.

Ari: Shocking.

Logan: I do believe I said I had fulfilled all obligations for the rest of my eternity.

Logan: SHE SUCKED MY FINGER.

Linc: Whiner. A woman licks your finger, and you act like the world is ending.

Ari: This guy.

Logan: She’s seventy-five years old!

Me: We don’t need this kind of negativity this morning, Rookie. And don’t be ageist.

Ari: Good point.

Ari Lancaster removed Logan York from the chat.

Igrinned as Logan sent me a middle finger emoji right after in a different text.

Me: Sorry, COT rules. One does not complain when a woman sucks on your finger.

Logan: I hate all of you.

Me: Why aren’t you texting Ari this? He’s the one who took you out of the chat.

Logan: ...

Logan: He blocked me.

I laughed uproariously at that and then went back to the important conversation I was having in the group chat.

Me: Back to actual important things...

Ari: I would just like to say that a friend in need is a pest, Hero.

Walker: Agreed.

Ari: Disney. You simp.

Walker: I was agreeing with you!

Ari: Oh, right.

Linc: Can we focus? I have...things to do.

Ari: Would this “thing” have anything to do with the fact that Monroe has class today with a certain professor...

Linc: ????

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