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One of his hands is holding the ice against my ankle, but the other one

is wrapped around my bare foot. He’s brushing his thumb back and forth,

like it’s no big deal that he’s touching me. But his hand on my foot is way

more noticeable than the pain in my ankle.

“I look ridiculous, huh?” he asks, staring down at his solid red onesie.

I shrug. “At least you went with a non-character choice. It gives it a bit

more maturity than the SpongeBob option.”

He laughs, and then his smile disappears as he leans his head into the

door beside him. He stares at me appreciatively. “You’re even prettier in

the daytime.”

Moments like these are why I absolutely hate having red hair and fair

skin. The embarrassment doesn’t only show up in my cheeks—my whole

face, arms, and neck grow flushed.

I rest my head against the wall behind me and stare at him just like he’s

staring at me. “You want to hear a naked truth?”

He nods.

“I’ve wanted to go back to your roof on more than one occasion since

that night. But I was too scared you’d be there. You make me kind of

nervous.”

His fingers pause their strokes against my foot. “My turn?”

I nod.

His eyes narrow as his hand moves to the underneath of my foot. He

slowly traces his fingers from the tops of my toes, down to my heel. “I still

very much want to fuck you.”

Someone gasps, and it isn’t me.

Ryle and I both look at the doorway and Allysa is standing there, wideeyed.

Her mouth is open as she points down at Ryle. “Did you just . . .” She

looks at me and says, “I am so sorry about him, Lily.” And then she looks

back at Ryle with venom in her eyes. “Did you just tell my boss you want to

fuck her?”

Oh, dear.

Ryle pulls his bottom lip in and chews on it for a second. Marshall walks

in behind Allysa and says, “What’s going on?”

Allysa looks at Marshall and points at Ryle again. “He just told Lily he

wants to fuck her!”

Marshall looks from Ryle to me. I don’t know whether to laugh or crawl

under the table and hide. “You did?” he says, looking back at Ryle.

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