“Hey, there’s someone downstairs for you.” Selena stepped into the room and shot me a salacious look. She had no idea that I’d humiliated myself in front of Asher, basically begging him to pretend to be my boyfriend, only to be brutally rebuffed. “I’m not home,” I muttered. “Oh, I think you’ll want to see who it is,” Selena said, wriggling her eyebrows. Who would she be making that face for? Asher? Maybe he’d changed his mind? I got up and glanced in the mirror as I passed. I’d fluffed my hair a few times and pinched my cheeks before I realized what I was doing. Preening. For the man who’d
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