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My jaw clenched. I managed a nod, unable to tear my gaze away from hers.

The way she looked at me was hypnotic. I’d fall into her so easily if I let myself.

Greer licked her lips and exhaled slowly. “Okay.”

I blinked. “What?”

She searched my face. “I hope you change your mind, Beckett.”

Just that.

How many people simply said what they wanted without battering through the wishes of the other person in the equation?

How many people could do what she’d just done? She wasn’t toying with me. Wasn’t tempting me—beyond the temptation she already was just by being herself. She wasn’t playing games or teasing me for struggling with this.

Somehow, it made me want her even more.

And then she walked past me, her arm brushing against mine as she passed. I closed my eyes at that one single touch.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” she called over her shoulder. “In case you’re wondering.”

I muttered something foul under my breath. “I’m gonna go … hit something for a while.”

As she walked away, she laughed, and I used that sound as fuel while I worked every ounce of frustration clear from my body.

Chapter20

Greer

“You haven’t worn it in at least five years. It has to go.”

“Imightstill wear it.”

“When’s the last time you thought about that shirt?”

Poppy sighed, tossing the shirt into the donate pile. “Last year when we did this, and I told you I’d absolutely wear it again someday.”

“Exactly.”

Every year when she finished her last spring class, we did a big purge of her bedroom.

Clothes.

Shoes.

The crap that had accumulated on her dresser and the entire spare room she used as her study since she was the only one left at home.

She was close to being done with her master’s program—maintaining her dean’s list status every single semester—and worked part time at a diner in downtown Sisters. And when she was home, she helped our parents as much as she possibly could.

None of this left much room for her to clean out all the shit in her closet.

That was what big sisters were for.

Especially big sisters who were avoiding being home because their hot husbands were driving them out of their mind doing yard work without a shirt on, and he wouldn’t allow fun things like … showering together. Or kitchen makeout sessions. Or sex in the giant tub in the master bathroom. Or cuddling on the couch while watchingSportsCenter.

I cleared my throat, sharp and pointed. Poppy gave me a curious look, which I ignored.

“When are your grades posted?” I asked.

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