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Soon enough, a siren made her way toward us. This girl would be a ten on her worst day—legs for days, tits like Aphrodite, and an ass that she knew how to move.

Just Aiden's type. I could feel Niall stiffen beside me as she came straight to Aiden. "Hey."

She wasn't wasting any time, either.

Aiden gave her a once-over. Then, he turned in my direction. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

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AIDEN

My fifteen-year-old self would kick me in the balls or tell me to go bury myself in the desert. And I would totally agree.

Dom raised his brows as I looked at him, waiting for him to tell me why there was a stunning woman standing in front of me, and more importantly, why the fuck I didn't give a shit about it.

She was insistent, too.

"Buy me a drink and maybe we can talk about fixing what's wrong?" she asked, smiling at me.

Niall groaned from the side. And me? All I wanted was to finish this drink, go home, and think about Selene.

On a normal day, I would play it cool and enjoy the game until this girl and I would land up at someone's apartment. Or a back alley. And I'd fuck her brains out.

I was apparently done having those days.

No point keeping her hanging. Dom decided it was time for him to take the lead. "You're very lovely. But my friend here has a dysfunctional libido."

"What?"

I gave Dom an angry scowl and mentally promised to get back at him for this before tilting my glass to my lips. "You heard him," I muttered. "Major issues."

"Gross." The girl turned around and disappeared into a sea of dancers. She'd find someone else soon enough.

"Seriously? All the things in the world, and you had to give me a bad libido?"

Dom became very busy examining his hands. "I always wanted to try that one and see how it went."

"Splendidly. I'll remember to return the favor sometime in the future." I set the glass down on the bar counter. "I think I'll just go home, boys. No point hanging out here since my cock's decided to go on leave."

Dom and Niall nodded in unison. "Yeah, we have a long day of work tomorrow. Want us to walk you back?"

"No, man. What are we, a bunch of high schoolers? Go on home. I'll be fine."

I left the bar and headed to my apartment.

The lights of Fan Pier's towering buildings shimmered in the night, casting a glow over the Boston Harbor. The water rippled gently, reflecting the illuminated cityscape.

Bostonians, always on the move, strolled along the waterfront, drawn by the allure of the Seaport's bustling nightlife.

Laughter and the clinking of glasses spilled out from open-air patios.

The Seaport district was a microcosm of Boston's dynamism. From the murals to the people, everyone here had a reason that kept pushing them forward, all the time.

It was comforting at times because the business of all of it sucked you in. And then, there were moments like tonight, when it left you feeling alone even though you knew you had friends to count on.

Once I was back home, I poured myself a glass of whiskey and spent some time going over Selene's social media profiles.

Something was there. I didn't want to put a name or label to it, and I didn't want to rush into anything, but seeing her scared or unhappy did stuff to me.

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