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I pour myself a big mug of coffee, squeeze some whipped cream from a can on top, and sit at the table across from her.

“I’m listening,” I say before taking a sip, my lip dipping into the soft curl of whipped cream.

“We fought.”

I set my drink down.

“You two met last night.”

She flips her palms up.

“What can I say? It feels like we’ve known each other for a while. Our chemistry is off the charts.”

“Clearly.”

I roll my eyes.

“I didn’t want to talk to him after that incident with his ex.”

“See, that’s why––”

She makes a clipped gesture, cutting me off.

“I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to deal with his drama either. But I can’t pull away from him. It’s like I’m glued to him or something.”

“It’s pure magic,” I joke, but she doesn’t laugh. “I’m sorry,” I say.

“No need to be sorry. We spent the night at his place.”

“No sleeping, I suppose. Unless you slept with each other.”

“We didn’t fuck. We tried to, though.”

“How? When? Before or after you were at each other’s throats? You two have quite a story.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Do you even like this guy?” I ask, and her tired eyes latch onto mine.

She speaks after a few moments.

“He’s like a storm. And yes, I like him.”

A soft smile sprouts at the corner of her lips.

“Is he honest with you?” I ask.

“As honest as he can be.”

“Chloe?”

She gestures at me.

“I know. I know. He is open about his emotions. That much I know. And I’ve never been more reactive in my life.”

I can vouch for that.

Chloe is an ice princess. She knows everything about everything, and she is hard to impress.

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