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Chapter 30: He Paints?
Nico had about four buns stuffed in his mouth, and he was looking like a particularly fat squirrel. “Fink I can fit feven more?” He asked, his words muffled. “Nico, you’re going to choke,” Theo tried to warn him. I snorted. “Coward. Put ten.” Everyone laughed, including Nico, who then proceeded to choke himself half to death. Theo patted him on the back while a waiter hurried over with a glass of water. I took advantage of the momentary distraction to lean closer to Matteo. “Is your wound okay?” I asked him. He smirked. “Wanna kiss it and make it all better?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re a dickhead.” “What was that, Emma?” His voice was way too loud. “You wanna give my d**k head?” I scoffed, trying to fight against the blush that was making its way to my cheeks. “Not ev
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