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“Hopefully,” I say, praying he takes the hint.

Theo decides enough is enough and jumps in. “Hopefully you won’t make her bleed the next time you see her.”

Oh hell.

With that, Bo leaves. I push at Theo’s shoulder.

“It’s a fucking scratch, not malaria. What’s your deal?”

He doesn’t look at me. Instead, he opens the wrapped bandage and proceeds to gently cover the wound. “You made me believe you and he were about to have sex,” he accuses, never meeting my eyes.

“And? What if we were?”

He softly presses the adhesive to my skin before lowering his head and placing a kiss to the edge. A tingle shoots down my spine, and I stifle a gasp, reaching for his head, still covered with a cap. How I want to snatch it off and run my fingers through his hair…

With his eyes still on my leg, he sits upright, his hands rubbing up my thighs and stopping at the hem of my shorts. My breath catches in my throat. This is it. This is when he makes his move.

Except, he stops. His fingers halt their advance as his chest rises and falls harshly.

“Theo,” I whisper between us.

His chest rumbles and a groan fills the quiet space, and his head lowers again, this time hovering over my center. Lower, he inches down until his nose is nearly pushed in between my thighs. My breath is choppy and harsh as I wait to see what he does next as his fingers tighten, holding me close.

“Mmm…,” he hums, the sexy sound vibrating between my legs and sending chills along my arms.

And then his mouth descends on me, his wet tongue licking the muscle of my thigh right before he…

“Ow!” I cry out, shoving a laughing Theo away. “What the fuck?” I rub the blooming red mark. “Why did you bite me, asshole?”

His expression is a mixture of smug and pissed.

“Come on, I’m ready to go. This party fucking sucks.”

Icould smell her. An alluring exotic flavor specifically tailored to my taste. Anniston McCallister had me aching in my jeans. Fucking aching. I was so close… So close to just giving in to the selfish part of me and taking what I wanted.

Her.

But I didn’t. Thad would be proud.

“What do you mean, this party sucks? You’re the one who wanted to come.”

I can’t tell her I couldn’t focus after seeing her being pulled up the stairs like a sacrificial lamb. I shoved Monica into Brody faster than she could promise me a lackluster blow job.

Nothing was stopping me from snatching Anniston’s ass off some flea-ridden bed and tossing her into my car. Hines would be appalled at her behavior.

And it was all for a motherfucking bandage.

This clumsy dipshit knocked her glorious legs into the damn table… what an idiot.

“I didn’t want to come,” I say, grabbing Anniston’s hand and tugging her behind me. “I was obligated to come. And I did.” I shrug. “Now we can leave.”

I pull us through the mass of sweaty bodies and hold my breath. Deodorant apparently comes at a premium at this party.

“What about Thad?”

God-fucking-dammit.

I throw my head back, done with this fucking night already.

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