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“I know, but puking on you—” I cringed “I’ll pay for the dry cleaning or a new shirt or whatever else you need”

He glanced up from his plate “Seriously, don’t worry about it I’ve helped Grant out loads of times before” His face fell the second Grant’s name passed his lips

Yeah, Grant I winced I needed to have that conversation with him and let him know, one more time, ere better as friends It reminded me a hell of a lot of the one Ford had probably wanted to have withwas back

“Are you going to tell Colm? Have you already told him?” My shoulders shot up to et from my brother Ford had probably already told hi in on my phone

“I’m not your babysitter I’m your friend, remember? He doesn’t need to know unless you want to tell him”

The tension in my shoulders relaxed a little My friend I played with that phrase in my head for a bit, and it alht picture, but the grooves were off

“So what happened last night?”

He stared into ods it hadn’t been as bad as I thought

“I brought you here, you puked, and that was it” He shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth

“That’s it?” I leaned in and kept my eyes trained on him

“That’s it” His words were muffled by pancakes and syrup

A sigh of relief whooshed out of s “Thank God I orried I’d tried to kiss you or so”

He froze with his fork h broke free froe juice to wash it down, and that small ray of hope that what he’d said was the end of the story ashed away as he downed the glass, not quite aze I sent

up a silent prayer Please let

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