CHAPTER HUNDRED & EIGHTY-EIGHT

KYLE

We made it out of the sugar-coated battlefield alive.

Barely.

Ashley was curled up on the couch, her heels kicked off, a cupcake in her hand, and the top button of her dress undone in that way that made my brain short-circuit. Her hair was loose again—somewhere between goddess and gremlin...

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