“No offense, but I heard you screwing a different girl every night before Ashlyn showed up at the party last week.” His knuckles turn white as he throttles the beer bottle in his hand. “That’s between Ash and me.” “And every other girl you’ve been with,” I remind him. “Stay away from her, all right?” he orders. I laugh, biting back my frustration no matter how satisfying it is seeing me getting under his skin. “And why should I?”
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