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And somehow—

just like that—

the bad mood from earlier lifted a little.

Which honestly felt like another problem entirely.

Forty Four

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

ROWAN

I should’ve stopped texting him after that.

That would’ve been smart.

Instead:

Rowan:

Was he drunk or naturally stupid?

The reply came so fast it was honestly embarrassing.

Mason:

Both.

Dangerous combination.

I smiled at my phone before I could stop myself.

Immediately annoying.

Very immediatelyannoying.

Rowan:

You sound fond of him.

Mason:

Don’t spread that around.

A second later another message came through.

Mason:

What are you doing awake anyway?

I looked around the library.

Half the tables were full of exhausted students pretending caffeine counted as nutrition.

Rowan:

Portfolio work.

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