“No.” She laughed, dabbing her fry. “But I have a feeling with someone like him, you get one taste and you will always want more.” “Sort of like crack?” Jacob suggested. “Or Cheetos,” Brit supplied. Cam made a face as he swiped some of my fries. I sent him a death glare that I ruined when I kissed his cheek. Jase dropped down beside us, stretching out his long legs. He looked a little off, his near perfect features pale. “Okay. Am I hallucinating or did I just see your sister walking into Knutti?” “You’re not hallucinating,” Cam replied. “You saw her. She enrolled here late.” “Oh.” Jase’s
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