“What’s even the point of walking me to my door when you run ahead of me?” Cal moaned behind my back. Kieran’s head snapped up from his screen, and his languid expression melted into wariness. “Casablancas. What are you doing here?” “Was about to ask the same question. Channeling your inner Richard Ramirez?” “Heard Cal’s in town.” Kieran leveled his gaze with mine. “Came to say hi.” “In the middle of the night?” I got into his face, my toes brushing his. He wore a popped-collar polo and futuristic sneakers. All he had left was to tattoo the word douche across his forehead. Cal appeared at my
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