I click the email, and nearly choke. Tears spring to my eyes, and I curl forward around the tablet, squeezing it close to my chest. “What? What is it?” Creed asks, his half-lidded eyes open wide. They look like saucers in his pale, handsome face. “What the fuck did it say?” I close my own eyes for a moment to catch my breath, and then sit back up, breathing heavily, my heart pounding. I turn to Creed first, and he lifts his brows up. “I did it. I’m in. I got in. I’m in.” His mouth opens in shock as Miranda squeals, and I soon find myself in Creed’s lap. He’s a sloth sure, but when he wants to
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