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English
“Earth to English,” Lark said. She waved a hand in front of my face. “Are you in there?”
I jolted out of my train of thought. “Yes, sorry.”
I’d been thinking about Court kicking me out of his apartment. And how I’d been so wrong about him. So many f*****g assumptions that had exploded in my face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Yep. Fine. Just tired. I haven’t been sleeping well.”
That was at least the truth. Ever since what happened with Court, I’d been sleeping like s**t. It didn’t help that the night we’d been together was the best night of sleep I’d had in months, maybe years. I’d never been a good sleeper. My stepmom had always said that I had too much going on in my head. My brain wouldn’t shut down. Apparently, it’d only taken five hours of s*x with Court Kensington to get
