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Well, this sucks. I sigh as I lay on my bed and stare at the ceiling. I am starving; it is nearly lunchtime, and I cannot motivate myself to get dressed and go downstairs.
When Reese sees me, he is going to want to continue where we left off yesterday. And as much as I would enjoy another backseat experience, I cannot. Not after what happened between me and Blake.
Kissing a couple of frogs to find a prince is one thing, but that does not mean I should also spread my legs for them. After my conversation with Reese, I thought it is a done deal that we would end up together. But now Blake is back in the equation.
There is a quick knock on my door followed by Zoe walking in with a tray.
“Lunch is served,” she smiles as she places the tray next to my bed and sits beside me.
“Thanks,”
