“Tch. Act your age, woman,” he muttered before leaving, slamming the door.
What you didn’t see was Jarren running back to his room, blushing like crazy. His fingers on his phone screen, sending rapid messages to his sister.
“SEND HER PHOTOS TO ME. NOW.”
He buried his face in his pillow. He’d been into you for how long he remembers, but he’d rather choke on drumsticks than admit it. Still, even in ridiculous outfit, you made his heart beating louder than his drums ever could.
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