The fact that--
Chapter 33 with the double penetration...has 4 times more views than other chapters...
Hmm...
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"Just for the record—", Logan casts a narrow-eyed glace at me, our ears capturing the upbeat music spilling out of the house even before we reach the entrance, "—I'd rather remain on the couch, holding you close in my arms."
A smirk plays on the corner of my lips. "Just for the record—", I lean into his frame, his hands instantly find their place on my waist as if it's their default setting, "—I know~" I tease, punctuating my words with a quick peck on his pursed lips before confidently pushing the door open. The male emits an annoyed groan as I step away from him and welcome myself into the hallway. Begrudgingly, he follows me in, his hands shoved into the pockets of his tracksuit.
As we stroll past the kitchen, a familiar voice greets me excitedly. "Collen! You're finally here!", Avery waltzes over, swaying to the rhythm floating in the air while carrying two boxes of pizza in her hands.
She casually extends the cardboard containers to Logan, a silent cue for him to take them. As he complies, the female gracefully turns her attention to me before presenting her hands to me with a lively sparkle in her eyes. I naturally set the pack of beer down and accept her hands with an amused smile, permitting her to draw me into a spontaneous dance. I give her a spin, and she squeals, "I've been waiting for you!", concluding our small dance with a swift kiss on my cheek.
"Convincing him takes hours of pleading.", I throw Logan under the bus, simultaneously reaching out for his arm. The hunter scoffs, turning his face away with feigned indifference as he confidently steps into my personal space, asserting his unspoken claim to it. I sense his warmth seeping into my body, wrapping around me in a comforting yet possessive embrace.
Avery gasps, dramatizing her disbelief, "How on earth can anyone resist the charm of that irresistibly captivating smile of yours?"
Snickering, I attempt to reciprocate her honeyed remark, but the male beats me to it with a cold accusation, "You appear to be completely smitten by his ' irresistibly captivating smile'."
"Who wouldn't be?", she arches an eyebrow and crosses her arms, challenging him back.
I glance back and forth between the two as a volatile energy crackles between them, their glares suggesting the underlying hostility in their rivalry. Picking the alcoholic beverages from the ground, I quickly interject, "Beer delivery! It's that special brand you all go wild for!" My exclamation successfully halts their intense staring competition, redirecting their focus back to me.
"Collen, you're the life of my parties!", she declares before linking her arm with mine, "Come, others have been asking about you!", almost dragging me with an enthusiastic pull to her backyard.
"Wait!", I resist against her in vain, stealing a glance back at the silver-haired male visibly seething while clutching the pizza boxes. "Logan, join us!" I extend the invitation, lest he perceive himself as an unbidden guest.
"Guys, check out who finally decided to grace us with their presence!", my friend announces my arrival, and all heads turn in my direction.
"Collen! About time, I tell ya!", Henry is the first to cheer, splashing pool water my way. I chuckle while instinctively shielding myself with my arm.
Mallory carefully navigates her way toward me, making sure not to slip, before enveloping me in a warm hug. "Please tell me you brought PhoenixPint beer. I swear I've searched everywhere, but just can't seem to find them!", she whines in my ear.
