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Quinn
Cora glanced passively between Zoey and me, her bruised eyes sharp with censure. “Well, this is a sight no girl likes to see. Her boyfriend alone in her roommate’s bedroom.”
“I was showing him my stories,” Zoey blurted out at the very same moment I said, “She was showing me her stories.”
We glanced at each other and then broke out grinning together.
Cora growled. “Seriously, baby. What’re you doing in here?”
I’d never seen her jealous or so possessive of me before. It made my stomach churn with guilt as I wondered if she knew just how attracted I was to Zoey. “Seriously,” I answered. “I was borrowing one of her stories to read.” I c****d my head to the side. “What’re you doing awake again? Can’t you sleep? Do you need something?”
“No, I cannot sleep, okay? But, Quinn, just
