“Why are you staring at Wednesday?” Gray questions, green eyes shining with mischief. I stare at him quizzically. “Wednesday?” “Josefine. That’s what everyone calls her,” Gray explains. “You know, because look at her. Sure, she’s hot as fuck, but she’s always looking serious and her personality is nonex—” “Shut the fuck up,” I snap. They stare at me, taken aback. Even Noah looks a little stunned when he finally shifts his eyes back to me.
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