CHAPTER EIGHT

ANTHONY’S POV

My hair was dripping wet and with a towel wrapped around my waist, I strolled lazily back to my room. I didn’t expect to see Blake clad in baggy sweats and an oversized black sweater, sitting on my bed, going through my music collection.

“What the hell, Lindell? How’d you get in h...

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