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SKYLAR
Idiot…moron!
Never had my nerves gotten the best of me in such a way. Telling him I bet his d**k was delicious? Seriously?
I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear as all the bad feels flushed through me. Heat had ignited inside me when Ashton had called out my name, and the sight of Rhett had intensified the overwhelming sense of wow-ness to the point I’d lost what little brains I had.
Rhett stared at Ashton, his face void of emotion as silence settled thickly between us.
A robot—that was what he reminded me of from his carefully styled hair to his ironed button-down, perfectly knotted tie—who wore a tie for a plane ride across the country?—and slacks that didn’t appear to have a single, rumpled crease. Shiny shoes like Ashton, a fancy watch like Ashton…too…picture-pe
