Chapter 372

I tried to tell myself that it was unhealthy. That even if Gideon wanted me, he was still with Fiona, an eighteen year old girl. I couldn't look past that.

"Here you go." The bartender handed me my drink, snapping me from my reverie.

"Please enjoy it."

"Thank you." I took a sip. It was the perfect amount of sweet and strong, and tasted faintly of mangoes. I took another sip, then another, and before I knew it, I'd finished half the drink. The bartender must have made it extra strong, because my head was already fuzzy just from that much.

But I chalked it up to the fact that I didn't drink that much alcohol these days, and frankly, I could use the distraction. So I took another sip. Gideon's POV "Are you listening, Gideon?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. You were talking about your graduation ceremony."

Fiona's voice faded into the background again. I listened on a surface level, just in case she asked me for details again, but my

curves, the muscles in her arms and back, her long legs. She hadn't changed much in the past ten years; if anything, she had only aged like a

well and worked out, and held herself with a confidence I envied. 1 It made my wolf go wild. Right now, I wanted nothing more than to march across that room and tell her exactly how I felt: that I loved her, and

would. If she wanted me to self flagellate, I would. Whatever it would take to make

did just that. But Fiona was talking and had herself draped over me and then Avery got up and walked over to the bathrooms, disappearing down the hallway, and I didn't see

you could at least pretend to care what I'm talking

"Sorry," I said.

"It's just..."

"It's her, isn't it?" Fiona moved her legs off of

You're really jealous, aren't you? Because she's with Sebastian?" I

an

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