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He stays quiet for a beat, then claps a hand on my shoulder. “Distance sucks, man. Takes a toll. You think I don’t get it? I thought Maya was your end game, but this—” He waves a hand. “—this shit isn’t sustainable.”

“Yeah, thanks for the pep talk,” I mutter.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger,” he says, raising his hands. “I’m just saying you need to figure out what you want before you drive yourself insane.”

Before I can respond, Remy comes back, looking a little tipsy. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s got that loose, carefree smile on her face.

“What’d I miss?” she asks, sliding into Zane’s lap like she belongs there.

“Caleb’s having a meltdown,” Zane says, smirking.

“Shut up,” I snap, but Remy’s already focused on me.

“Meltdown? Over Maya?” she asks, her voice sing-songy.

“Jesus, why do I mention anything?” I grumble.

“Because we’re the best,” she says, patting my shoulder. Then she turns to Zane, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re so mean to him. Stop being a wet blanket.”

“A wet blanket?” Zane repeats, laughing.

She grins, mischief sparking in her eyes, and leans closer to him. “You are.”

Zane shakes his head, but his hand moves to the back of her neck, his fingers wrapping lightly around her throat. “You’re such a little slut,” he mutters, pulling her into a kiss.

I look away, heat crawling up my neck. They don’t hold back, and while I’m not about to admit it out loud, something about it gets to me. Watching them, seeing how easy it is for them to just have each other.

“You good?” Zane asks, pulling back from Remy just enough to glance at me.

“Peachy,” I say dryly, finishing my beer.

“You’re jealous,” Remy teases, turning her attention back to me.

“No,” I lie, avoiding her gaze.

“You are,” she insists, pointing a finger at me. “You miss Maya. You should go see her.”

“It’s not that simple,” I say.

“Why not?” she presses. “Take the jet or something. Go get your girl.”

“Remy,” Zane warns, his tone sharp. “It’s the middle of the school week. He can’t just up and leave.”

“Why not?” she repeats, sticking her tongue out at him. “You’re such a buzzkill.”

He grabs her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Careful, baby. You’re pushing it.”

She smirks, unbothered. “I like pushing it.”

“Is that solittle slut?”he asks her.

She nods excitedly.

Zane growls something under his breath, and I look away again, shaking my head. “You two are fucking insane.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Zane says, waving me off. “So, what’s the plan, Caleb? You going to mope around, or are you actually going to do something?”

I hesitate, glancing at the door like the answer’s waiting for me outside. “I’ll take the jet,” I say finally. “I’ll leave tonight.”