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I run up the stairs to the third floor where the door toto be living for the suuys, one whom doesn’t like me, one that seems afraid of me, and one that seems conflicted on whether or not he wants to screw ht now, I’d probably let him, since his needy, hot touch seeood as standing on the balcony does But he’s not here and right now I’ to have to settle for the balcony

I open the door, ready to dash across the living roolass door, but slam to a halt when I spot Greyson in the kitchen with an array of baking ingredients on the counter and a red , and "De froht blue eyes He’s wearing a gray fitted shirt and with a black shirt over it, the buttons undone

His head is tipped down as he studies an open recipe book, but he smiles up at me when I shut the front door "Hey"

I’ve only crossed paths with him at the university and a few times in my dorm room We’ve never spoken and he’s always seemed content with that

I force a stiff smile and whisk by the coffee table and the boxes in theout an alternative way to regain control over hts and heart As I pass by the kitchen island, his eyes land on my arms, at the scratches, which are swollen and raw

"Jesus" He rounds the counter and strides over to ot attacked by a cat," I say, stillto be alone and escape the only way I kno

He lightly grabs ht before I reach the hallway that has a bedrooht and another bedrooht now

"Itthe scratches, tracing a path up and down ers "You should put soet an infection"

"I will," I reply, subtly wigglingthe scratches with my hand "That’s actually where I was headed"

He smiles, but looks conflicted "Well let " He turns toward the kitchen and goes back to the stove "Do you want to help me make brownies?"

I pause "Seriously?"

He picks up a stick of butter and begins unwrapping it "It’s just cooking, Violet No need to get worked up" The corners of his lips tug upward as I walk over to hi my elbows on the counter as he drops the stick of butter into the bowl

"What about Seth?"

"Doesn’t it see out with me, since I’m a vixen and all"

"Well, since I’eneral, I’rins and it’s probably the happiest grin I’ve ever seen

"That’s not what I mean," I say "I meant, because he seems to have an issue withanother stick of butter "He’ll get over it once he realizes you’re not going to steal his thunder"

"Steal his thunder?"

"Yeah, you being the very colorful person that you are" He eyes ht inside and I sort of want to hug hiood thing, right?"

"Of course" He stabs the stick of butter with the spoon "Besides, you and I are going to be hanging out at hen I startto be working at Moonlight Dining and Drinks?" I ask

He nods "Yeah, I start Tuesday"

I’ve been trying not to think of the fact that I only have one job now and a lot er an option My life is changing and I’ "Well, here’s a little tip: It gets really slow ood to know I’ll make sure to dazzle as et will "

"I’etting along, Greyson"

"You think so?" he teases in a light tone as he sets the spoon down "You knohat I think would be the perfect new rooether"

"I haven’t baked any brownies or anything really since I was six," I admit

He presses his hand to his heart and shakes his head "Well, we need to change that Granted, the best kind of bonding brownies are pot brownies, but I don’t have any pot"

"Pot brownies?" I ask interestedly

"Oh yes" He picks up the bowl and heads to the corner of the kitchen "My parents were very hippieish and used to make the thee rebellious phase I’ to lie, I still do it occasionally when I want to relax"

"Did you wear dark clothing and write depressing poetry, too?"

"Yes, to the dark clothing" He opens the microwave and puts the bowl inside "But no to the poetry I was more into lyrics and ?"

He shakes his head as he closes the microwave door "Nah, I ood" He presses buttons on the microwave and it clicks on Then he turns around and reclines against the counter, facing me with his arlance down at ht still be going through it"

"And who are you rebelling frohs under his breath "What about your parents? Did they hate--or do they still hate your rebellious phase?"