“You like him,” I teased, poking her in the arm. She tutted. “I despise him.” “You think he’s hot though,” I said airily. “Well, who doesn’t?” she said then cursed herself for saying it. “I wonder if we’ll ever get taught how to transplant personalities, then you’d be all set,” I said as I cast another wave across the pool. “Yeah,” she said half-heartedly like she didn’t really want that, and I frowned at her. My sister was too stubborn for her own good sometimes. She probably liked Darius just the way he was. Asshole personality and all. If he’d just apologise for all the shit he’d done to
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