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Ariel Beckham. How long have I been asleep? I pry my eyes open, blinking into total darkness. Groaning, I fumble around for my phone, finally locating it in a tangle of blankets. I tap the screen and squint against the brightness. Great. More messages from Jonathan. I stifle a sigh, sit up, and turn on the lamp. Without even reading his messages, I start deleting them one by one, refusing to let him twist anything about Ramirez in my head—especially not him. Raking my hair back, I quickly tie it into a messy ponytail and hop off the bed. I step onto the scattered notes I thought I’d study but obviously never did. I head to the bathroom and splash cold water on my face. Returning, I towel-dry my face when my phone starts buzzing again. Rolling my eyes, I pounce on it, about ready to bloc
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