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"You see us being together?" Miles asks, his hand gently moving higher to rub her thighs. The question hangs in the air, heavier than expected, catching Y/n off guard as she'd been hoping to just enjoy the moment without anything serious.
"I... Yeah. I do." She swallows hard, the truth stuck in her throat, and what comes out is a lie—the first one she's ever told him. The guilt hasn't hit yet, but she feels a tightening in her chest.
"Buena respuesta." He smiles, patting her leg. "Mhm, what about you?" Y/n asks, taking his hand and running her fingers over his.
(Good answer)
"I do too, you know that though." He smiles softly, cupping her cheek gently.
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Jace's plan was falling into place, even if it wasn't the most well-thought-out. Things were unfolding just as he had hoped.
His goal was simple: get Venus hooked to get closer to Y/n. And he had made progress—he'd already spent the night with her. Now, Venus couldn't seem to keep her distance.
"When are you and Y/n gonna make up?" Jace asked, his lips brushing lightly against Venus' jaw.
"When she gets over it." Venus sighed, running her fingers through his beard.
"We don't know how long that'll take, babe." He replied, his lips meeting hers as he slowly guided them both back onto the bed, slipping into another round.
"Let's not talk about her right now." Venus murmured.
"And we won't." Jace smiled, rolling on top of her. _________________________________
"Got any leads?" Y/n asked Ms. Farris as she sat down.
"Nope. But tonight, I'm having some people find Prowler and ask him a few questions about that night," Ms. Farris replied, informing the curious teen.
"Ms. Farris... He's The Prowler. You can't just stop him in the middle of the street and ask him about a murder." Y/n raised an eyebrow, concerned.
"I ain't stupid, I know that. That's why I'm going to be there to ask him myself."
Even dumber.
Ms. Farris grunted, standing up, gripping her cane so tightly her knuckles went pale.
"What? You can't do that." Y/n rushed to stand in front of her, blocking her path.
"Who you think you talkin' to, lil girl?" Ms. Farris shoved Y/n out of the way, striding toward the staircase.
"What if he hurts you? Ms. Farris, you really wanna risk your life like that?" Y/n followed her upstairs, worry lacing her voice.
"That lil nigga won't touch me. You actin' like I'm goin' there alone. I'm gonna have my protection," Ms. Farris said, making her way to her master bedroom.
