“Take a breath, dude.” Alex’s voice filters across the table, as he stares at Chase with a disgusted look. Chase smiles, bits of pancake peeking through his teeth, and Alex cracks a grin, chuckling. “You’re supposed to savor this shi—stuff.” I huff. “Kind of rude to assume he isn’t, just because he eats them differently than you.” His eyes sparkle as he looks at me. “He isn’t. I can tell.” “How’s that?” My stomach flips. “Because when you savor something, you take your time.” He leans forward, his elbows resting on the table, his eyes branding so deep they sear my soul. “You let it rest
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