AVERY
Reid
You forgot something at my place.
Me
What did I forget?
Reid
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Look familiar?
Me
Those aren’t mine.
Reid
The fuck? Yes, they are. I literally took them off of you five days ago.
Me
Are you sure about that?
Reid
Do you think I have a parade of women coming through my apartment?
Me
Maybe.
I’m just fucking with you. I wanted to get you riled up.
Reid
Of course you did.
“Areyou sure I should be here?” I ask Maven. I follow her down the hall to Maverick Miller’s penthouse and the dinner waiting for me on the other side. “This is a private thing you all do with your family and friends. I’m not a part of that. In fact, I’m Public Enemy Number One. The girl who works for the opposing team everyone hates.”
“Who cares what team you work for? You’re my friend, and I want you here,” she says, looping her arm through mine. My nerves start to fray the closer we get to the apartment, and when we stop outside the door, I dig my heels into the ground. “What’s the big deal?”
Reid.
Reid is the big deal.
He and I haven’t spent any time together outside his bedroom—or his living room, kitchen, foyer and the wall in his shower—since we started this arrangement.
I’m not embarrassed to be seen with him.
I just don’t know how the hell I’m supposed to act.
I don’t know which personas we’re going to slip into; the ones that hide behind our phones and go at each other’s throats withsarcastic one-liners? The ones when we’re in his bed and I’m on top of him, his mouth warm on my neck and his hand between my legs? Strangers who pretend like they don’t know what the other sounds like when they come?
I hate not knowing what I’m walking in to.
