"Is he hot as hell? Girl yes, I’m not blind. Do I like him? Doesn’t matter. I’m not the girl he’s looking for tonight." I gesture my hand toward her friends before adding, "So if any of you want to take your shot, be my guest." I’m expecting them to start with fifty questions, but instead, they all just stand there looking at me. That’s when I realize they’re not looking at me but rather past me. When I turn my head to see what’s so amusing, I find Holden propped up in the doorway with a shit-eating grin on his face. "So, you think I’m hot as hell? I can work with that." Great. Now I’m
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