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Cum jets out of me so fast it almost hurts, and I drop to my knees with my face buried in his dirty top. I spend a good minute panting, but then carefully clean myself with the T-shirt.

What? It's going in the laundry anyway.

Is it weird that I find it hot to see my cum on his?

The comedown from this orgasm is surprisingly upsetting. Once the elation is gone, I’m left with emptiness, because Cass is not here. He’s gone to see some guy.

There’s only one person I can share this with, so I choose his number as fatigue overcomes me.

“Aaron, we have a situation,” I say when he picks up.

Chapter 12

By the time I arrive at the cafe, Aaron is already there, but while he’s got his laptop open in front of him, he’s looking at a couple of… goths? I’m not sure what to call them, but the guy is in a studded leather jacket, and his hand and neck tattoos are clearly visible. The girl he’s holding by the waist is wearing a pair of tight black leather pants, and her lipstick is black.

For a moment I wonder if she gets the makeup all over sandwiches when she eats, but this is an unnecessary distraction.

I park my ass in a chair next to Aaron’s, and for once, he’s the startled one.

“Are they book inspiration?” I ask, eager to delay discussing my own problems.

Aaron sneers, discreetly pointing to the couple buying lunch. “That guy? Never. Look at him. So obnoxious.”

I glance again, but I don’t see him doing anything out of the ordinary. I do however spot three high school aged girls also taking sneak peeks at him and giggling to each other.

“I don’t get it.”

Aaron rolls his eyes and pushes a plate with a snickerdoodle left among crumbs toward me. “He just thinks he’s all that. Constantly flirts with all the girls and lures them in with Instagram thirst traps. It’s embarrassing, really.”

“So you’re also checking out his Instagram.” I smirk.

Aaron’s eyes become ice cold. “No.”

“So you know him… how?”

“I don’t know know him. But last year, he spilled coffee over my laptop because he was oh-so-busy looking at some girl’s cleavage instead of where he’s walking. He didn’t even offer to pay for the damage or anything, but what would you expect from a guy who markets his tattoo shop on how hot he is. He’s not even that good. He's also a literal criminal. A few years ago, he broke into someone's house and they caught it on security cameras, but people still think it was no big deal, just because he petted the owner's cat. Absolutely ridiculous,” Aaron says with exasperation and takes a sharp breath once he finishes the tirade.

I bite the snickerdoodle. “Okay, gossip central, I get it. Do you want help with revenge? Is that it? You’ve been assisting me all this time, only makes sense for me to return the favor.”

Pale green eyes widen, and Aaron chokes on the coffee he’s been drinking. “No. I’m just sayin’ he’s a douchebag. Jeez, I don’t care about that laptop thing anymore. It’s been ages, and I needed a new one anyway.”

“Hello,” Kai says, grabbing my shoulders from behind. He smells like tea with sugar. “Any last requests before I finish my shift?”

“Yes, put vinegar in Vex’s coffee,” Aaron says, back to normal breathing.

Kai skates to stand between us and shakes his head. “The management would kill me. Besides, I’m not an assassin. But if you pay me, I can give him a bottle of vinegar with a special dedication from you.”

I snort, but Aaron doesn’t seem amused. “I’m above such petty moves.”

His gaze trails the goth couple, and only then it hits me that I’ve made gay friends since moving here. It feels as natural as breathing to talk about stuff to Aaron, or tease Kai. Despite the pressing matter of Cass’s date with the troll, I lean back in my chair. I didn’t even know I was carrying a secret inside me, but now that I’m adjusting to my new reality, it’s such a relief to have someone to talk to.

Kai pets Aaron’s hair. “If that’s it then I’m off.”

Aaron lets out a weird, raspy noise, only to straighten his back when the tattoo artist and his girlfriend walk past us.

Someone has a crush on the bad boy.

But I don’t point it out, since my gaze swipes over the clock mounted on the wall, and I’m struck with the realization that Cassian has already met up with the fake troll.