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Jayden, please reply to my DM’s!

Jagger could do anything to me and I’d apologize.

I’m down astronomically bad for all of them!!

No guillotine could stop the amount of head I’d give them.

I’d let all of you do unspeakable things to me.

They’re all so fine and for what.

“Jesus Christ.” Darius is the first to break the silence. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, they’re all hella fine, but damn.”

“I told you, but those aren’t bad compared to what they usually are.” Polly sits back down and her gaze flits back to the screen as new comments appear.

Everyone continues painting, watching the Live and laughing at the comments and the ridiculous things that come out of Saint’s mouth. I engage and listen, but really, I’m not one-hundred percent here, because all I can think about is the idea that comes to mind.

The voice is too loud in my head to shut it down. Before I can chicken out, I pick up my phone and switch to my private account. I click on the search tab and I don’t have to look him up, because he’s already on my search history.

I really can’t believe I’m going to slide into Landon’s DMs.

What have I become?

Horny, Julianna, you’ve become horny.

Me: Busy?

I set my phone down and watch him stir the ground beef in the pot for the nachos they’re making.

Landon grabs his phone from his back pocket, and merely glances at it before he goes to put it back. My stomach almost plummets, but then he does a double take and sets the spoon down.

He taps away, and instead of tucking it back in his pocket, he sets it on the counter with the screen facing up.

Not a second later, my phone buzzes next to me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to tame my smile, but when I read his message, it manages to break free.

Landon Taylor: Why? Do you miss me already? I told you, you gain nothing from being obsessed with me.

Me: My mistake, I accidentally clicked on the wrong Landon. Bye.

His screen lights up, and when he picks it up, his eyes become a little darker and his jaw flexes.

Landon Taylor: You don’t follow another Landon.

My eyebrows rise, because he’s right. At least, not on my private account.

Me: I meant to use my other account.

His jaw flexes again and I swear I’ve never seen anything hotter.

Landon Taylor: Cut the shit, Julianna.

Me: I think someone (LANDON TAYLOR) might be obsessed with me.

Landon Taylor: I’m not obsessed with you.

Me: Fine, you might not be, but you were stalking me.

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