Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 690

I froze.

Did he just... reverse-rizz me?

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My cheeks went hot, and I realized too late that I'd totally walked into his trap. All this time, I'd pegged him as some clueless rookie, but nope-dude was playing in the major leagues. Not bad.

I fought back a smirk, keeping my expression cool. "Don't flatter yourself."

I put down my bowl, breezed over to the couch, and turned on the TV.

Meanwhile, Xander was annoyingly unbothered. He cleaned the table-wiping off the soup I'd accidentally sprayed on him, washing the dishes, even tidying up the kitchen.

"Mind if Luse your bathroom?" he asked

"Knock yourself out," I said, keeping mo

But I couldn't shake his earlier comm normal.

eyes glued to the screen.

It lingered, like a song stuck in my head, making it impossible to act

it was because part of me really

a shower," Xander added, snapping me out

stood there, cool as ever, like he

twist his innocent comment into something

noticed the dried soup in his hair and gave

have any clothes I could

my eyes for a second, fighting

he added, "Even

clear. He didn't say Hayden's name, but we both knew who the "old clothes" belonged

didn't flinch. That maddening calm of his made me

them out without sounding ridiculous. And here I was, fully stuck

I'll find something," I

These weren't just random hoodies or tees-they were Hayden's. Every thread had a memory

back at Xander. A new thought hit, and I hated it: if he wore Hayden's

losing it? One second, I was reminding myself that Xander wasn't Hayden, and the next, I was practically

there, clutching Hayden's clothes, caught in my

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Chapter 690

Perfect timing-or maybe not.

bundle, I checked the security

Jace.

doing here this