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~Aoife~

In silence, we went back to the cottage after he fixed his jacket over my shoulders, and I could feel his warmth envelop my body. We hardly said ten sentences, but I felt light-hearted next to him now. It’s early to say, and maybe wrong, but I believed he completed me the way I had never felt before.

The only thing was to not to let him know. His playboy image didn’t suit me, nor change how I thought about him.

We reached the cottage, and we quietly entered the house. Suddenly, someone turned on the lights and we found Zareena standing before us, and if looks could kill, she would have given me ten deaths now.

“What are you doing with him? Didn’t I tell you to stay away from my man?”

“I... I...”

She pushed me, and I hit the floor.

“Hey!” Xander thundered. “What the hell are you doing?”

I got up, fixing myself, trying to present something in my defense. Before I could speak, Xander came in between us.

“Back off. Don’t talk to her like that.” He snarled at her.

“Seriously, Xan.