“Morning, Berkley.” Seph’s chipper voice sliced through the air, and Berk held on to the sides of his head. “How the hell are you standing up right now?” He groaned and banged his shoulder into the wall on the way to the kitchen. “Last night hit you a little hard.” She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist, taking one of his arms and looping it over her shoulder, helping him the rest of the way. His head lifted and he stared at her like she was an alien who’d crash-landed in our living room. A little flare had sparked in my chest when she put her hands on him. Shaking my
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