“I’m not going. Don’t ask.” I look down the hallway to make sure we don’t have an audience then smile up at him. “You are coming with us. You want to know why?” He lifts an eyebrow at me. “Because if you don’t, Brendon will flirt with me, sit next to me at the table, maybe put his hand on my leg or around the back of my chair.” With every word his posture grows increasingly tense until he looks ready to snap. His hand slides from the back of my head to my throat and he jerks me forward, growling through his teeth when he speaks. “If he so much as looks at you longer than three seconds, I’ll
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