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At one point, I moved my hand higher, slipping it under his hair to touch the bare skin of his neck. I was just always drawn to his neck—I’m sure Archer would appreciate it. When my fingers touched his nape, Soren twitched and exhaled. The sound he made was very quiet, but I knew it was a stifled moan. Yep, he liked it a lot.

Not wanting to push my luck, I slowly withdrew my hand. Besides, in his current state, continuing these touches mightcross the line—he was still recovering, after all. But it took a lot of effort to pull my hand away from his body.

What was uplifting, I could almost feel the wave of his disappointment when our contact ended. Soren should have the nickname ‘Cat’—he truly loved being stroked and caressed. He also could scratch me whenever he wanted. To the bone.

After the lecture, we headed to the cafeteria because Soren said he was as hungry as a bear.

Suddenly, Sean came over to us. I kinda admired the guy’s persistence and his immunity to Soren’s hostile attitude. He obviously wasn’t mad enough at Soren, even after their unpleasant exchange a few days ago.

Every time he saw us together, he seemed genuinely surprised.

"Sup, what you eatin’?"

"Food," Soren muttered rudely.

Sean ignored it and sat down. After a second, he asked, "So, I can see you guys finally sorted things out. Are you besties now?" He gave a mischievous smirk.

"We sorted things out, but don’t get any ideas, Sean. I know what you’re thinking," Soren grumbled, slightly annoyed—so typical of him. He always seemed to be eighty percent annoyed and twenty percent aroused.

"No matter how deep your sorting goes—I’m not getting into that. I just wanted to make yet another attempt at burying the hatchet." Sean wiggled his eyebrows.

Soren only scowled, so I responded, "Okay, since I’m the reason you guys had an argument, I want to say I’m not mad at you, Sean. Just don’t try to meddle in my and Soren’s stuff, and we’re good."

Soren darted a glare at me and made a face.

"C’mon, Skye. The bitch wanted to sleep with you, knowing you’re into me," he muttered, while Sean just cackled. "That’s a classic backstabbing move."

"Relax, he wouldn’t have succeeded anyway. So, no need to be mad, it’s like nothing had happened."

"See, I told you he wouldn’t fuck you," Soren stated, glowering triumphantly at Sean.

Sean didn’t take offense, even looked slightly amused. "And what’s wrong with me? I’m sooo pretty!"

Well, I was going to be a mean bitch now, so I gave him a once-over. "I guess you're okay, tall, and I like them tall, but… still a far cry from Soren."

Sean had tried to mess with Soren and me, so he kinda deserved a little teasing.

"What? Asshole! I have a much better body!"

Soren rasped. "Hvað?! Which part?"

"Stop with the Icelandic. I have… a bigger ass!"

"Wait, is your family from Iceland?" I asked, dumbfounded, but was ignored.

Sean jumped to his feet and did a little spin to show off his assets. "It’s perfect!" He slapped one of his buttocks. "I’ve only once seen a better butt than mine, and that was your friend Liam’s. He’s got a great ass! Probably the best I’ve ever seen on a beta."

"The fuck? Stop it!" Soren growled. "Leave Liam out of this!"

"But mine is the second best! Admit it!"

I glanced at his rear end for a second—just to compare, but Soren immediately waved his hand in front of my face. "Don’t look at his ass!" he barked in anger, his face crimson red.

"I’m not! And I prefer your ass. You’ve got a much better ass-to-waist ratio and longer legs."

"What the hell?" Sean rasped. "I clearly have more meat here!" He slapped his butt again, wanting to once more catch my attention, but I was careful this time, and my gaze stayed on Soren’s grumpy face—he was observing me intently, making sure I didn’t glance at Sean’s bottom anymore.

But since he was also slightly pouting his lips—I recognized the grimace well already—I realized he truly wasn't happy about the situation, especially since Sean was showing off his ass just in front of my face rather obscenely, making slight twerking moves, so I decided to say something to improve his mood.

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