Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

“Huh?” Milka stared, completely thrown off. Her??

Mars reached for Milka's hand, only to realize how cold her fingers were. He looked at her again, his big hand wrapping around hers, sharing his warmth. "I told you, there's no one else. Didn't you believe me?"

Milka mumbled, "No, I just forgot."

Mars studied her face. He'd meant to tease her, maybe get her to snap at him, but instead, he saw another side of her—soft, uncertain, way more vulnerable than he'd realized.

Milka really had zero sense of security.

“So, what did you all talk about today?" Mars switched gears, hoping to lighten things up.

That question triggered something in Milka. “You said Annie was violent, right? Well, I asked around today, and turns out, she's not at all.”

"Who'd you ask?” Mars raised an eyebrow.

honestly, "The three of

Do you even know who you were talking to? If Annie ever went up

you mean?”

the air. “I mean Mia's way tougher than Annie.

of Mia—sweet, gentle, always smiling. “No way!

many times for fighting, she practically has her own seat there. When Andre first got married, he was at the station every other day, bailing his wife

family troublemakers. Mia, Molly, Leo, Anya, Henry—the whole crew. Don't believe me? Ask Annie. She'll back me

much for judging people by

“Mars, are you messing

animated, voice climbing. “Why would I make this up? Mia is also—” He almost spilled another secret, but caught himself. "Honestly, out of everyone at dinner today, you're the

never gets in trouble. Even if he gets dragged into something, I can't see him ending

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