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“No.” He takes a solid step forward, the rough pad of his thumb swiping across my cheekbone. He draws the corner of his bottom lip beneath his front teeth, a look of pure concentration on his face. “Mascara,” he murmurs, rubbing his fingers until the tiny black streak smudges away. “Tends to run when the tears come out.”
Rai tilts his head. “A friend?” “Teammate?” Lizzie makes a second attempt. “Kaia’s looking for a bed warmer herself.” “Ah.” He swallows hard, visibly uncomfortable. “Well, I don’t really—” “Ugh, not you, too,” I groan, exasperated by his hesitation. “What’s the damn problem with setting me up?
“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” I say, directing my attention to the random dude next to her. “One of your brothers just mentioned that you’re a big hockey fan. Thought I’d come over to say hey.” “Uh.” He gives me an odd look, shifting his eyes and glancing at Kaia like she might be in on the joke. “Yeah, not really. Sorry, man.”
Elio shudders. “Oh, gross, Kai.” There’s a flicker of hurt in Holden’s expression, but his tone quickly turns defensive. “You know, that’s pretty rich coming from you,” he snaps. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Elio asks. “Considering what you do for a living, I don’t think you have any room to judge Kaia’s decisions.”

