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Blair’s POV “Did you have a good time last night?” Pete’s playful inquiry rang out, accompanied by a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrow. The flames of embarrassment surged through me, igniting a deep blush that betrayed my secret. I tried to avoid Blake’s amused chuckles, my cheeks aflame with a mixture of bashfulness and exasperation. A surge of energy propelled me forward, my steps carrying me towards Pete, my hand poised for a playful swat to his head. “Shut up,” I muttered, my glare aimed at him as he struggled to suppress a triumphant grin. As if choreographed, the room’s dynamic shifted with the entrance of Erza and Thomas, their cheerful “Good morning” a stark contrast to my suddenly turbulent emotions. I fought to maintain composure, but Erza’s gaze zeroed in on my neck, a region I in