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No. They’re so much more than that. They’re my first crushes, first real loves.

And now that I have them, do I want to push them away?

No, I don’t. The idea of not being with them sends me into a panic.

But I can’t stay locked up here for the rest of my life.

I’m going to need to have a conversation with them. But what the hell do I say?

‘Hey, so by the way, you were right. Even though you snatched me out of my bed in the middle of the night and have been keeping me locked up in your house, I do in fact, want to be your girl. Also, I’m down to have your babies it seems, because I’m fucking crazy I guess.’

Groaning, I give up being outside and head back in. Being needy as fuck, I head up to Maverick’s room to steal one of this t-shirts.

I’ve just slipped it on over my head, covering my bikini clad body, when I hear what sounds like notifications.

Brows furrowing, I follow the sound over to where it’s coming from.

“Huh,” I murmur, opening the bedside table. There’s a phone. No. There’s two phones.

“What the...” I grab both of them and hold them up. They look identical. And they’re mine. Well, one of them is.

Funny thing is... I haven’t really asked for my phone. Didn’t really need it apart from messaging Olivia.

“This must be the one he cloned.” I toss the one that’s not my actual phone back into the bedside table and unlock mine. My real one. I know it’s the real one because I cracked the phone case by dropping it on the ground several times.

I’m surprised to find it has a full battery.

My gaze flicks over to Maverick’s door, as if he’s going to walk in here any moment, before I bring up my text messages with Olivia.

Liv: Cove, it’s been weeks and nothing. You’re starting to freak me out.

Liv: How long do you need to find yourself?

Liv: I swear to god if I don’t hear from you soon, I’m going to call the cops. I don’t care if you say you’re fine.

Me: I’m okay. Just in a place with shitty phone reception.

Yeah, that’s because I didn’t have my fucking phone.

Thanks, Maverick. If you’re going to pretend to be me and text my friend to keep her from worrying, do a better job!

Liv: Where are you, in the middle of outer space?

Me: Greece. I promise I’ll message soon. Love you. Bye!

“Greece?” I gape at the phone. No way in hell is Liv going to believe that.”

Clicking on her number, I decide to call her. She answers on the first ring.

“So you are fucking alive!” she shouts. “Cove, what the hell!”

“Hey, babe.” I nearly sob when I hear her voice. Fuck, I missed her.

“Don’t you ‘hey, babe’ me. I’m calling bullshit on the whole finding yourself thing. You just up and left out of nowhere. Tell me, were you kidnapped?”

I nearly choke on a laugh at her question. “No,” I lie. “But...” I chew on my lip, trying to think of what I should tell her.

“But what!?”