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17. Did you say...?
Sam’s hands were resting on my hips and his head fell to my shoulder. “Brother, must you always have the worst timing,” he chuckled. I remained frozen underneath him. Did he say, brother? “Brielle,” my name rolled off his tongue like velvet, “Nice to see you again,” Nico chirped. Sam pulled away from me, tilting his head in confusion, “How do you two know each other?” Images of our time together flashed through my mind. I felt my cheeks flush. My mouth felt as if it had filled with sand and I was unable to pull the words from my mind. Instead, standing there opening and closing my mouth like a flounder. I remained stuck on the fact that Sam had called Nico his brother. Nico moved closer, falling onto the couch next to us, “Brielle and I know each other really well. Our re
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