Adonis’s POV
The second I heard her voice bouncing down the stairs, I knew something stupid was about to happen.
Gina’s laugh was too loud, her tone too excited, that fake-happy pitch she used told me she wanted to get on my nerves. I was in the living room, feet propped on the coffee table, halfway through a protein bar and some mindless car chase movie I wasn’t even watching anymore. The second she entered the room, pacing in front of the TV like it wasn’t even there, I paused the movie.
“Oh my God, Michelle, yes, yes! I said Flamingos PJs, not those ugly plaid things. No offense,” Gina said, her phone on speaker. The other girls on the call laughed; high-pitched, giddy, way too loud for my head.
I didn’t say a word. Just leaned back and watched her from the corner of my eye.
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