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After several minutes of silence, Drake turns toward me, burying his face in my neck. “Do you think we will ever get to live out our fantasy?”

I press a kiss to his temple. “I’ll make sure of it.”

One way or another, Aurora is going to be ours.

* * *

Ding. Bzzz. Ding. Bzzz.

Shutting off the alarm on my phone, I open PicApp to make sure my latest post has gone live. Despite scheduling everything ahead of time, sometimes you have to go in and manually do it yourself. Once I’ve confirmed that the cooking video is up, I make my way from the bedroom to the common area. Once I’ve got my cup of coffee and I’m settled at the table, I scroll my feed.

My fingers hover over the screen as I gawk at the photo in front of me. The asshole known as The Brit has posted a thirst trap that would give his best friend Liam a run for his money. His shirtless state is a new one for Ezra. He often sticks with his no-filter humor to entertain his followers. I can’t lie. He looks hot though. The way his shorts are riding low on his hips, the imprint of his dick there for everyone to see. He’s holding a glass up to his mouth with his wicked smirk peeking out from behind. My eyes trail down his well-toned abs to his powerful legs. Honestly, couldn’t the world have done us a favor and given him chicken legs at the very least? When I read the caption, I snort.

The.Brit: Lost a bet to The.Aussie. Enjoy your one and only thirst trap.

Without a second thought, I hit the comment button and fire off a snarky remark.

Aurora.Blake: Thank you for the confirmation that you have a micropenis.

Almost immediately, he sends back a response.

The.Brit: I do not have a bloody micropenis.

My fingers get the best of me, and I reply without thinking.

Aurora.Blake: Those short shorts say otherwise.

“Jesus, Aurora, now you’re insulting the man?” Holland scolds from over my shoulder.

Leaning back in my chair, I stare at my phone, waiting to see if he replies again. “He had it coming.”

Holland leans over me and scrolls the screen back up to the picture of Ezra. I feel a hint of jealousy when I see the interest in her eyes.

“Micropenis, really?” she scoffs in disbelief.

I can’t help but huff as I stare at the photo. He does not have a micropenis. That’s for sure, but I can’t help but goad him. He’s such an asshole all the time that I feel like I’m doing my civic duty by annoying the hell out of the man.

I shrug. “His ego is big enough.”

“Seriously though, insulting the man isn’t going to get you an invitation to any of his parties.” She frowns at me.

She thinks I should be trying to take advantage of whatever friendship I have with the guys, but that feels slimy for me. Especially when I’ve had people try to do the same to me. I don’t want to be that person.

Leaning forward on the table, I close the app. “It is what it is.”

“Who are you trying to kid, yourself or me? Aurora, you need to go to at least one of his parties this summer. Just being seen at one would take you to the next level,” she says quietly.

“If he doesn’t invite me, I could always get invited by one of the other three,” I say as I stand, making my way into the kitchen.

“You and I both know that the four of them don’t make a move without the entire group coming to an agreement. You could have had an invite years ago, but instead, you keep poking the bear. He’s the one you need to charm, not annoy.” She sighs, running her hand over her hair. “Look, I have to get to work. Try not to insult anyone else today, okay?”

“Don’t work too hard,” I tell her, my eyes glancing back to my phone.

As she moves around, I stand, making myself another cup of coffee. Once I hear the door click announcing Holland’s departure, I sag against the counter, hanging my head.

Honestly, she doesn’t get it. Sure, I probably should be nicer to Ezra and maybe they would invite me to a party, but the truth is that I live for our banter. The back-and-forth is like a shot of serotonin to my system. It’s fucked up, especially because he’s so mean to me, but if I’m being honest with myself? I kind of like the degradation he sends my way. I would have never thought about it before, but I think he unlocked a kink I never knew I had.

I don’t know what it is about Ezra, but something about him gets under my skin. Five years ago, I heard his name for the first time, along with his three friends. At first, I was awed by them like the rest of their fan base. Then I realized that they were more than their good looks. They are funny and do good things for the community. Even Ezra, being the resident dick of the group, does many all-night fundraisers on his page to donate to different charities or individuals that need help.