I can’t, babe. Not tonight.

“Who are you texting?” Tyler wanted to know, but it wasn’t any of his damn business. I should have told him to go fuck himself – the urge to say it was so strong it made my fingers twitch – but the big dudes he brought with him looked like they meant business. I swallowed hard and tried to play it off as no big deal.

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Tyler said, glaring at me. He had these beady eyes that really freaked me out, only maybe it was more his sharply hooked nose that made them seem that way. Her nose doesn’t look anything like that, thank God. It was hard to believe they were related at all.

“Listen,” Tyler spat at me, “You’ll stay away from her if you know what’s good for you.”

There was no sign my friends. It was just me. Not going to lie, part of me wanted to back down and walk away, but I thought of her text (Come see me or else!?) and the taste of her when we kissed and the way she bit my bottom lip and grinned at me.

I curled my fingers into a fist.

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