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lacking in moisture …I’m still not able to shake the way Seth’s hot mouth felt when it enveloped my nipple… his tongue glides with perfect pressure over my hard peak, sending an abundance of electrified tingles between my legs…
    “Olivia?”
    My eyes shoot open. I’m still in the store, standing right by the freezer section with a small basket filled with items…items I don’t remember grabbing because I was too caught up in the way Seth handled me. And when he pulled my hair so firmly, oh my Go—
    “Olivia?” the familiar voice said again.
    I whip around on my heel and immediately meet Blade’s boyish face and bright eyes. A thick, uncomfortable feeling twists my stomach and I’m almost positive that it’s hate. I think I’m angry just looking at him…
    “Blade?”
    He adjusts his black t-shirt and steps forward, pulling me and the basket I jam between our bodies into him.
    “How are you?” he asks when he releases me.
    I haven’t seen Blade since my father’s funeral. He was s o uncharacteristically cool about Seth and I being in love.
    “I’m good, thanks. How are you?”
    I don’t really care how he is, not like I did before I met Seth. I only ask out of courtesy and because I don’t want to cause a scene.
    “I’m okay.” His ey es drink me in, eyeing my small, black shorts closely. “You look good.”
    I shift my basket, dropping it subtly to hide my bare legs. Blade has seen me naked too many times for me to feel insecure in front of him, but I don’t want him to look at me like that anymore. I’m not his. There ’s only one set of eyes I want skimming over my flesh and they’re brown with beautiful rivers of golden honey, not blue.
    “How’s Seth? S till treating you well?”
    I can hear the hope in his voice and it makes me feel off. How dare he?
    “Like a princess ,” I reply, forcing a fake smile just to get at him.
    Blade inches closer a nd I step back until the skin of my shoulders presses against the fridge’s cold glass.
    He lowers his voice, smiling uncomfortably. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately …I miss you.”
    He presses a hand a gainst the glass beside my head and if I push any harder on the fridge, I’ll go through it.
    “Blade, don’t.”
    “I’m not doing anything, I just want to talk.” His sentence finishes with a small exhale and I pick up the scent of…vodka—or something close to it.
    “Are you drunk?” He doesn’t look drunk. His eyes are alert and his skin free of a clammy sweat.
    “I had a little bit, but I’m not drunk.”
    I step away. “Goodbye.” He slides in front of me.
    “I just want to talk, Olly.”
    I grit my teeth. I hate that nickname. “We have nothing to talk about. As far as I’m concerned, we’re strangers.”
    His eyebrows raise and he steps back , running his hand over his face. I don’t have to ask to know that I’ve pissed him off.
    “Strangers? We were together for six years, we were each other’s first , and we’ve met each other’s families, but now we’re strangers? What the fuck happened to you?”
    “It’s not me—it never was me. It was you. You did this to yourself , and newsflash—I’ve moved on. I love someone else. If you see me walking around, don’t talk to me. We’re strangers now—not because of me, and it’s not even because of Seth. It’s because of you .”
    I push past him, but before I storm away , I turn to him. “In light of it all, though, I guess I do have to thank you…”
    “For what?” he barks out, his head snapping in my direction.
    “If it wasn’ t for you, I never would have been given the chance to meet Seth…so thank you.”
    He narrows his baby blues at me and the fear they used to provoke in me ceases to exist. I’ve beaten him and he no longer affects me. My system is immune to him.
    “You’re so very welcome,” he deadpans, almost growling.
    I turn again and march toward the checkout without double checking the contents in my basket. He