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Ava watched as Puck and Whistle pushed through the double glass doors of her father’s shop to meet her and Kat for dinner. Kat was bouncing off the walls in her excitement, although she stopped in her tracks the moment her eyes fell on Whistle. Even Ava had to admit that Whistle was exceptionally handsome. He could have easily been a fashion model with a square jaw that sported the perfect amount of scruff and a pair of brilliant, unusually colored eyes. They were turquoise, framed by long, tar-black eyelashes. His matching black curls were perfectly tousled. Of course, she much preferred the warmth of Puck’s chocolate irises. Especially when they turned black obsidian, like when he was aroused. She instinctively rubbed her bottom in memory of the fight and makeup session they’d had ye
