“With the amount of wine you drank, I’d feel responsible to stop you.” Willow opens the door with a laugh. “Lorenzo! Fancy seeing you here.” “Lily,” he says, his gaze instantly connecting with mine like we’re the only two people in the room. It does something funny to my stomach, and I welcome the warmth that comes with his attention, right until it turns to a boil when I remember I’m supposed to hate him right now. My common sense must have disappeared along with my inhibitions because I stupidly ask, “Are we back to pretending we know each other tonight?” Willow stares at me with wide eyes.
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