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

me really had thought about him staying

added, snapping me out

as ever, like he was

his innocent

dried soup in his

you have any clothes I could change

a second, fighting the urge to snap, 'No,

"Even old clothes

Hayden's name, but

but he didn't flinch. That maddening calm of his made me second-guess myself,

worst-when someone's so composed, you can't even call them out without sounding

find

were Hayden's. Every thread had a memory stitched into it, and now I was

A new thought hit, and I hated it: if he wore Hayden's clothes, would he

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

Hayden's clothes, caught in my own

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Chapter 690

Perfect timing-or maybe not.

checked the security cam, and my stomach

Jace.

was he doing here