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Astrid

I figured it was time for Prince Charming to turn into the pumpkin…

Though she’d never anticipated feeling this conflicted over it.

Sissi

Haha! Brilliant God, I love you

Astrid

Love you too, babe xx

She only hoped her friend still felt that way when she told her everything comeWednesday…

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As she climbed into bed that night, having watched the Titans win their game and packed her case to leave, she checked her phone for news from Bella. Still nothing. She was about to set it aside when?—

Blake

Missed you today x

Her smile rose up from deep within her, impossible to suppress.

Astrid

Don’t worry, I’ll grill you twice over tomorrow to make up for it

Blake

Is ‘grill’ a euphemism?

She laughed out loud.

Astrid

Congrats on the win!

Blake

Winning feels so much better when you’re in the seats with your Titans jersey. Don’t forget to pack it. There are things I want to do to you wearing that, and only that, Twinkle Toes

Her heart lurched as her clit pulsed. What was it about this guy that he could lift her spirits with barely a word said? Dire straits over Bella to the female equivalent of a horndog in a few texts. What was that? A horncat?

Astrid

Consider it packed. Night night xx

Blake

Night xx

24

‘Are you having a good time?’

Astrid jumped. She’d been so absorbed in her chat with the girls and her relief that Bella was finally communicating again, that she hadn’t heard Preston approach. But now the GM was standing over her, his overly potent aftershave making her nose wrinkle.

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