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His lip twitches.Just a flicker.Royal’s lips are plump and shapely.Sometimes I’m jealous of whoever he has them on this week.That’s before I remember, if Legend hated me for being with his dad, he’d kill me if I were with his Royal.

“But get this,” I say, dropping my voice.“I did have a visitor.”

Now he looks at me.Really looks.“Yeah?”he murmurs.

“Mm-hmm.Big guy.Hoodie.Real strong grip.”

I lean in just a little.“Big cock.”

Royal sips his coffee.

Says nothing.

My stomach flips.

“You don’t recognize this hoodie?”I try.

“Everyone’s got a black hoodie.”

“He kissed me like he meant it.You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”I tease, smiling like it’s a joke.

He shrugs.“I don’t kiss girls in the woods.”

“Too bad.”I wink.“He was good.”

His jaw tightens.Ever so slightly.

Gotcha.

But just when I think I’ve cracked him, when I’m sure his ears are turning red and he’s about to blurt something out, he lifts his gaze to mine and smirks.

Not a boyish smirk.A man’s smirk.Like he knows exactly what I’m doing.And he’s not playing.

“Maybe it was Legend,” he says, calm as ever, chewing on his tongue ring.“You still hung up on him, right?You could never…”

The words hit like a slap I wasn’t ready for.Because damn, he’s not wrong.Iamstill hung up on Legend.And he knows it.

But something in Royal’s tone… it’s not mocking.Not bitter.Just matter-of-fact.

Like he’s already made peace with the fact that I’ll always be looking in the wrong direction.And then there’s that tongue ring, reminding me of its absence last night.

“I’m over Legend,” I lie.

“Sure you are, pumpkin.”

We stand in silence for a beat too long.

“Yes, I’m all about my Biker Boo now.”

“Biker Boo?”He laughs, rare.

“Ghost mask.Plus, he’s got to be a biker, I know it,” I say, eyeing him suspiciously.“Who else in this town would have the balls to follow Crazy Becki into the graveyard.”

The clubhouse hums with low music and cigarette smoke.Laughter echoes from the hallway.Someone yells something about a keg being low.

But none of that reaches us.

We’re suspended in something else.Something paralyzing.