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partner.
    “Two things,” I say, leaning up on my tiptoes to reach Landen’s ear.
    He arches an eyebrow but says nothing. He looks as if I’ve snatched his remaining supply of crack away and he’s jonesing for another hit.
    Jesus. This is going to be harder than I thought. I go into level ten bitch mode.
    “One, I like her,” I tell him as we both watch Layla laugh at whatever Skylar is saying. “She’s good people. And I basically have zero faith in humanity and generally don’t care for other females at all, so it’s saying something. I’m not going to be happy watching some asshole hurt her.”
    Landen swallows and nods. He opens his mouth to respond but I cut him off.
    “Two, I know a lot of people back in New York who don’t like it when I’m unhappy. For the right price, I can have your balls removed in pureed into my morning smoothie if I so choose. This is not an empty threat O’Brien.”
    Landen’s eyes snap to mine and I can tell he’s checking to see how literal I’m being. I narrow mine to let him know I am deadly serious.
    “Got it,” he answers quickly. “Balls gone.”
    He grins but I maintain my glare as he returns to my roommate.
    The more time I spend with her, the more I truly care about Layla. There’s something so sweet and genuinely pure about her and I can just see the world trying to taint it. I don’t want that to happen. I want her to get to hold onto that and I know first hand how heartbreak can steal it from you.
    Skylar waves me over to the bar and I take the drink he offers.
    “Whiskey sour,” he tells me. “Seemed like it suited your taste.”
    I grin before taking a sip. “Oh yeah? And what do you know about my taste?”
    His eyes widen briefly before zeroing in on mine. Skylar downs the remainder of his own drink in one swallow and leans forward.
    “You smell like strawberries. Sweet and tangy and unique. My money says you taste just like that.”
    I nearly choke on my drink but I work hard to hide my reaction. Heat shoots straight to my core, warming the space between my thighs to a dangerous level. The steady pulsating throb begins—a warning that I am about to go where I’ve promised myself I wouldn’t.
    For a moment I’m at a loss for words—which never happens to me.
    Skylar wants to taste me. I want him to taste me. I want him to drown in me, to make me feel that feeling, the one I crave so deeply it hurts. Closeness. Intimacy. The high of being wanted so profoundly threatens to disorient me. But just before I tell him to take me back to his place so we can check his theory on my particularly flavor, the fog clears and I realize my roommate is missing.
    “Keep your money, Martin,” I say while pulling my hair up off my neck to alleviate my overheating situation. “Let’s go find our friends.”
     

     
    The moment we step outside into the cooler evening air, I see them. And I see red. Fucking Landen O’Brien, I swear.
    He’s practically mauling my roommate against the building. But the way her body is responding I’d say she’s into it. A few more minutes of watching and I might be into it.
    “Get some, O’Brien,” Skylar mutters on a laugh. “’Bout damn time.”
    I smack him lightly on the chest with the back of my hand. I don’t know if they hear us approaching so I call out a warning before they take their public steamy make out session any further.
    “You did not just give her the very first kiss of her life in an alley,” I say loudly. “Although, it looked pretty hot, so I might allow it.”
    Layla turns ten shades of pink so I wink at her. Good for her for finally taking what she wanted. No shame in that. Though this is not what I had in mind when I wanted her to get kissed, I can see now that he’s the only one she would’ve wanted this with.
    “Jesus, Ginger. You have fan-fucking-tastic timing. Anyone ever tell you that?” Landen looks ready to throttle me. Down, boy.
    “Anyone ever tell you the definition of romance?