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“I guess there is blame on both sides,” she mumbled, rejecting the call. “I did lie to you about getting my memories back.”

“Nah, sweetheart, compared to the shit I’ve put you through, that is nothing.”

Her eyes fluttered back to mine. “You, um, should go.”

“Why?”

“Because Blake is coming. I know him. If I ignore one of his calls, he will be driving here now.” She flicked her phone over. “There is a thing on tonight. He wants to go.”

“What? On a Monday?”

“University pub crawl. They just finished finals.” She sighed. “We normally always go and end up, well ….” She looked at me guiltily, and then looked away. “I guess that won’t be happening this year.”

“Don’t go.” Could I ask that of her? Hell, she could ask me anything, and I would do it.

She pursed her lips. “Ok.”

“Really?”

“Yes, Zane, really.” She rolled her eyes playfully at me. “I really don't feel like hitting the liquor anyway, not after this headache.”

My phone started ringing, and it was Ebony. I ignored it. “Ok well, how about you come to mine at say seven, and we can keep watchingMisfits.”

She laughed. “Yeah, I'm sure that's what we will do.”

“Well, I can promise it will be on, but I'm not going to lie and say my attention won’t be on you.” Her naked and in my bed, that’s what I was planning on tonight, and getting to explore every inch of her.

“You should go. Blake’s here.” She pulled away from me.

Didn’t he have a fucking life? School would have just finished, and he was already here.

“So, seven, you and me?” I got up, my hands still locked with hers.

“Yep.” She nodded her head, smiling and moving to the edge of the bed. “Although I doubt we will be watching TV.”

So maybe she did know what I had planned for tonight. I grinned at her. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

“I’ll walk you out and don’t say anything smart to Blake. He is already in a bad mood.” She let me pull her up off the bed.

“That man is always pissed off.”

“Well, I don’t blame him, having Ebony for a mate would be awful.”

“Ebony’s not that bad. I think Blake is the problem.”

Her eyes hardened. “I hate her.”

“I hate Blake.” And that was downplaying it. “I hate how he looks at you. I hate how he wants to run away with you. I hate the relationship you have with him, and hate how he knows you so fucking well.”

She laughed. “Don’t hold back now.”

I stopped her from opening the door. “You and me, at seven. Don’t think about canceling on me.”

She smirked, her hand on the door handle. “Keep speaking like that, and I’ll start to think you are going to be a clingy boyfriend.”

Boyfriend. I pulled on her hand quickly, making her stumble into me. She was shocked for a second before I kissed her.

I was happy to take her back to her bed and finish what she started, in fact, I was already moving her back to the bed when she pushed me away.