“The boys and I, we swap war stories. Locker room shit, you know? The only person I never tell them details about is Parks.” “Why?” I frown. “Because she’s mine.”16 He gives me a small smile that, even though it’s not about me or for me, my heart thumps like a maniac anyway because I’m a sucker for romance and I love love and Magnolia Parks is a fucking idiot if she doesn’t pick BJ Ballentine.
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