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◇ I see you (1/2)

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The second he laid eyes on her, he knew she was everything he didn’t like. And just as quickly, he realized he wanted her anyway.

Freja Cronin was made of perfectly rehearsed smiles, carefully chosen outfits, and an incurable obsession with how she was perceived by those around her. He’d never been in front of someone who watched so intently whether she was being noticed and, if so, how.

So of course she noticed the way he looked at her, even if Ezra was smart enough not to let his gaze linger. Still, his eyes drilled into her from time to time, with that smug reassurance that she knew. They were at a crowded table in a fancy restaurant, flanked by paparazzi peering through the glass like vultures, but Ezra and Freja weren’t the headline. His brother and Ronan Rutgers were, seated across from each other, engaged in friendly conversation.

Ezra had grown up with that man’s face—and six-pack—plastered across his brother’s bedroom walls, and now there he was, asking Ian if he, too, found the salmon a wee bit too raw.

Ezra didn’t care about the salmon, or the boyfriend Freja clung to possessively, even as they ate. He didn’t care that Nathan Rutgers looked like a younger, less stuck-up version of his father, with beautiful blue eyes and a toothpaste-ad-worthy smile, because he could clearly see she didn't want him. That, along with her jokes and laughs and the way she twirled her hair around her finger—that, too, was a perfectly staged lie.

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