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Her Secret | Chapter Twenty Three
MEL I accepted Delilah’s shirt and let Sara do my hair. I somehow managed to stop them from weaving in the fake colorful hair and painting my face with a random jersey number. The debate lasted almost ten minutes about whose number to put on me. The others insisted we had to make it for the most important part of the game – the tailgate. So well over an hour before the game’s start, we were rushing out of the packhouse to get back in Delilah’s car, this time sans Liam. After our run-in earlier, I couldn’t shake the ache to be near him. The memory of how his arms felt around me was seared into my memory. I’d never been held so intimately despite the space I kept between us with my stiff posture. Azeron and Dario had always been respectful of my personal space. Neither of them hugged me
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