“Far from it. I like ‘head down’ girls. Usually makes ’em ‘ass up’ girls. They know when to hold their tongues. What I don’t like is when a quiet girl suddenly turns out to be a loudmouth. That,”—he shakes his head—“I am not a fan of at all.” Mara’s recovered from the shock of Pax finding her fake-fucking Dashiell Lovett the Fourth amongst a sea of beer pong cups. She folds her arms in front of her chest, angling her chin up at Pax defiantly. “Who let you off your leash, anyway? Are you lost? Aren’t you normally trailing behind Wren like a good little boy?” Goddamnit, Mara. Couldn’t keep
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