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I don’t trust the guy and if that makes me look like a jealous asshole, then so be it.
When we get to Mira’s house to pick her up, I move to the backseat with Lincoln. It is dark in the car so I don’t hesitate to rest my hand against her thigh. Her tanned skin feels like velvet against my palm and I allow the hem of her dress to just cover it, in case Reiss looks back.
Lincoln
Your actions don’t match your words, dipshit.
Colson
It’s hard to control myself when you look like that.
Lincoln
Says the guy who fucked me the morning after I vomited in his car.
Colson
I did not fuck you.
Lincoln
Oh yeah? We’re just pretending like it didn’t happen?
Colson
No but if you are gonna force me to think about it then we are gonna call it what it was.
Lincoln
What’s that?
Colson
It meant more and you know it.
Lincoln
I know.
Colson
It can’t happen again.
Lincoln
I know.
She doesn’t speak to me when we get to the farm, instead she walks straight to Jackson and gives him a hug. The way his hands linger on her lower back makes me see red.
“You need to stop jerking her around, Colson.” Stassie’s voice forces me to peel my eyes from them and I feel my heart sink.
“I don’t know what you are talking about?”
Stassie’s voice becomes teasing, “Oh but I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
I’ve always been pretty open with Stassie and treated her just like one of us, considering she’s always been around, but this isn’t something I feel comfortable discussing with her. Or anyone for that matter.
“I don’t,” I mumble, pushing past her to join the group containing my best friend, which also contains Landon Tate.
