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FOURTY TWO
EMBER’s POV Words failed me at that moment, and I had no idea what to say or how to react. Tristen’s casual winked at me as he settled into his seat which only made me feel more self-conscious. I suddenly felt eyes on me, and I turned to see Lucas staring at my breasts. Gosh! This was certainly not what I had planned for dinner. What were these boys up to now? They proceeded to put their food on their respective plates, while I watched how they moved in sync. This was a bit too much, and I was not sure I could take more of the drama that they were dishing out. "I honestly want you to eat, and relax," Lucas whispered to me as he sat back down. I shook my head foolishly. "I don’t know how to when you are all acting this way." "How does Ernest act with you?" He said stiffly as he put th
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