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"Wow," he replied sarcastically. "So self centered."
"Winnie?"
"Yeah," he said gently. "Are you?"
He pursed his lips. "Hey."
"I just wanted a drink with my friends.'
"Maybe another time, Bre."
"Poppy? I'm sorry I had to leave."
He opened the door, his brows furrowed.
"That's not even true."
Avice chuckled. "Probably not."
"It's unfortunate we couldn't talk about this earlier," he replied flatly. "Can I talk to her?"
He kissed her cheek before getting dressed and brushing his hair and going downstairs.
She pulled Aubrey and Sawyer close, her expression warm.
He picked up, his brows furrowed. "Hello?"
"I didn't try to kill you at the bar."
Sam woke, blinking blearily as he sat up.
She reached up, kissing his cheek.
(Yoop!)
He shrugged. "Maybe you'd like me to be awake as I suffer."
Sam was as well, his hair disheveled as he slept.
