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VAN
I try to strip the smile off my face, but having her cousin’s husband warn me off is too f*****g cute for me not to find it humorous.
Rylan said they’d be leaving right away, so I listened by my door. As soon as the apartment door shut, I opened my door, not wanting to give Brinley time to hide out in her bedroom. I definitely catch her off guard because her back is plastered to the front door and her gaze ping-pongs everywhere but on me.
“Can we talk?” I ask.
She pushes off the door and steps forward. She’s dressed more relaxed today, in pants that hug her ass and a short sweatshirt. Her blonde hair, thrown up in a messy bun, makes me want to release it to see her long strands fall around her face.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t ask him to do that. They’re all just so… protective.
