Blythe's P.O.V.
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"Are you really not going to stay?" I asked Evander when he wouldn't come into the house.
"CG just wants you, Dimples," he told me again. I pouted at him. "Don't pout," Evander said, smiling at me. "Maybe if you're good he'll let me come back sooner."
I huffed.
"Should be my choice," I grumbled.
"CG's in charge of my punishment now," he told me.
"Why do I feel like I never had a turn?" I argued, making Evander snort.
"Oh Dimples, I think we all know you've tortured me the most," he said. "You've been having your fun with me."
"I'd like to have more fun with you right now," I replied, smiling seductively as my eyes raked down his body.
"Bly," Evander said my name sternly, making me pout again. "Go on," he urged,
