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Who was this girl? Whenever he thought he had her figured out, there she was again baffling him. How could he have grown up around her, spent almost every day with her brother, and yet she was a complete mystery? As she approached him, Caisson couldnât stop the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes drifted down to watch her kicking the sand and when she stopped, he closed the distance between them with his own steps.
âDance with me.â He ignored her question, holding out a hand and doing is best not to remember how it felt to kiss her.
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A lot had shifted for Effy, but to cause a scene was something she couldnât bring herself to do. It was the most un-Baizen thing about her. Itâs how whispering assholes on the Upper East Side knew her story, of her adoption. Instead of pushing him away roughly by the chest, or even bringing a palm to meet his smooth cheeks, she obliged. âYou havenât changed one bit, have you? You must give the people something to talk about at every moment of every day.â It was hilarious how she sneered at him while dragging him near for a dance. Elizabeth was aware she did the same. She thought maybe she didnât try as hard as he needed to, though. She had always been harder on Caisson than anybody. His body pressed against hers again wouldnât change her mind. Thatâd happened only once and never again. It was eons ago, but she still remembered each moment of the blackout and Caissonâs lips as firmly as yesterday. âAre you the one messing around on the Gossip Girl site?â














