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“Who was it?” Aiden asks as he exits the bathroom.

“Travis.”

Dimitri scowls. “That guy is a fucking creep. You need to stay away from him. What did he want, anyway?”

“One, I already know that. Two, he’s my partner so how do you expect me to do that, and three, it’s not your business. I handled it. I sent him on his way. That’s all you need to know.”

“Sounds like that’s not all we need to know and that we should know more.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Look, I know Max got you into the habit and you feel obligated, but I don’t need you guys always looking out for me. I’m a grown woman and I can handle myself just fine, thanks. I survived by myself in Minnesota, didn’t I?”

“Is that really what you think? That it’s out of some obligation? Are you bli?—”

Connor shoots Aiden a glare and shakes his head.

“So, before we got interrupted, you said you needed to talk to us about last night. What’s up?” he asks.

“Look, last night happened pretty fast. Too fast. We didn’t talk before jumping right into the sheets, and I don’t know if you remember, but nobody used a condom.”

The color drains from their faces at the same time.

“Oh shit, are you?—”

I hold up a hand, stopping him. “I’m on the pill. We’re good on that front. And I know that I tested negative for everything on my last screening.” I take a steadying breath. “But is there anything any of you need to tell me about?”

“No. Last night was a fluke. I always use condoms. Always. And I have a clean bill of health per my annual visit two weeks ago,” Connor replies.

“Same goes for me,” Aiden nods.

“Negative here as well,” Dimitri says.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

“Was that all you wanted to talk about? You’re good with everything else that went on last night?” Aiden presses.

“It was… it was the most fun I’ve had in a while, but we can’t do it again. This was a one-and-done thing, and now we’re all going to go back to normal.”

Dimitri smirks. “That won’t be a problem as long as you behave yourself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you don’t start shit in the post-game show, I won’t have any reason to barge into your room again to finish things, now will I? So, I suggest you keep that in mind, angel.”

9

MAX

Our parents haven’t been gone two weeks yet and already Liv has dragged me around half the city to look at apartments. Apparently this weekend, her goal is to drag me around the other half.

So instead of relaxing on the one Saturday we don’t have a game, I’m watching Liv ooh and aah over apartments.

I don’t even bother to walk around apartment number four with her. I know it’s going to be exactly the same as the other three we’ve seen today. Instead, I plant myself on the first piece of display furniture I see and whip out my phone.

I know it’s not the most supportive thing to do, but I’m over this whole moving out thing.

Is staying with me really that bad?

It’s not like we’re on top of each other in a tiny shoebox. I own a penthouse, for fuck’s sake. There’s more than enough space for the two of us.

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