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Milla relaxed visibly.
I took off my jacket and proceeded to take off my shirt.
“What are you doing?” Milla screamed, staring at me with wide, fearful eyes. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Chill,” I said, throwing my shirt at her. “Take off the shirt you’re wearing.”
“Why?”
“Return the bastard’s clothes and put this on.”
“Oh,” she said in a small voice, looking down at the t-shirt she was wearing. “Won’t you be cold?”
“My jacket’s enough,” I said, pulling my leather jacket over my vest.
She gazed between me and Corey. “Are you guys telling the truth? You’ll take me back to my apartment?”
“Promise,” said Corey.
She gave a nod and slowly climbed off the bed.
“Where are you going?” I asked as she walked away from us.
“To change,” she said, opening the door to what looked like the bathroom.
“Chill, man,” Corey said as she closed the door. “Stop spooking her.”
“I didn’t mean to,” I grit out.
“I hate watching her like this,” said Corey in a grim tone. “I like it better when she’s swearing at us and punching those tiny fists into my chest.”
“I know,” I said, glad that my twin always shared my feelings. Noah, Corey, and I were triplets but somehow, Noah never understood us.
Milla stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the shirt I offered her. It was long enough to cover her upper thighs. Luke’s clothes were folded neatly in her hands.
Relief flowed through me at once.
Our girl was finally out of Luke’s bed and his clothes.
30
Camilla
I shivered as a breeze swept past my bare legs.
“You can have my pants,” said Corey as Caleb fixed the latch of a helmet under my chin. “I’m a confident man and don’t care what haters think.”
“I’m fine,” I said for the tenth time.
Corey wouldn’t stop offering me his trousers since the time we left Luke’s bedroom. Caleb’s shirt and Corey’s jacket felt warm inside the house but my legs felt the cold air once we stepped outside.
“It’ll be colder when you’re on the bike,” said Corey.
“I’ll be fine,” I huffed. There was no way I was letting him ride a bike with his bare, hairy legs on display no matter how confident he felt.
“Don’t you want to punish me too?” Corey asked. “I’m telling you. I’ll do it for you.”
Surprise flitted through me. Corey wanted me to punish him? I was doubtful whether he felt guilty at all.
