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The contact is light, but it pins me in place. He tilts my face up, and suddenly there isn’t much space left between us at all.

My thoughts snag on that, on how close he is, on how easily the noise around us disappears when he’s looking at me with such ardent sincerity.

"Just so you know," he says, his voice low and rich, something I want to sink into. "I don’t have a type."

CHAPTER 32

Callum

What I didn't say to Eden was that I might have a type now.

5'4".

Brunette.

Brown eyes.

Painfully unfiltered.

Funny.

Single mom.

Creative.

Dimple in her left cheek.

Those fuckin' blue jeans.

CHAPTER 33

Pretty Babies

Paloma: We are all going to cut a bitch.

Paisley: Why are we cutting someone?

Cecily: What time and with what instrument? I know someone who might let us borrow his sword.

Paloma: Is that a euphemism?

Cecily: Paloma!

Paloma: My apologies. Unlike you and Paisley, I am not getting you know what on the regular. Your girl is THIRSTY.

Paisley: Wait. Eden? Are you and the naked guy both getting naked... together?

Eden: What? No.

Eden: Paloma wants to cut a bitch because I told her about something that happened and she's doing that thing where she fights everyone at once.

Paloma: I will beat up anybody who has ever wronged you. At once. One hand tied behind my back. Blindfolded.

Paisley: The thing is... I believe it.

Paisley: So, Eden, what happened?

Eden: Naked Guy's ex-fiancée and his best friend, who CHEATED on him with each other, showed up out of nowhere. I might have acted like we were together. FOR SCIENCE. And she made a remark that was rude but probably wasn't really meant to be.