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Well, this is different from how I expected the night to go. Did I say something? Do something to upset him? Or...is it because Owen is here looking at him like he’s a grand prize? “Come on, cariño,” Christian grabs the back of my tank top, pulling me to the living room, “you’re my pong partner. If you choose someone else, I’ll scream.” Huck’s eyes flash to mine briefly as I’m being hauled away, but then he turns back to face Owen while they continue their little chat, and jealousy burns deep, unfamiliar inside my gut. I’ve never been the possessive type. Hell, all of my relationships have
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