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They’d gone from living together, sleeping together, and f*****g through the night to sharing a single meal in silence or with him rambling on like an i***t. Puck didn’t have any reason to complain after his massive fuckup, but that knowledge didn’t make it any easier. The first time they’d gotten together, it had happened organically. Then he’d f****d it up. The second time, he’d pushed, got what he wanted, and f****d it up again. Third time around, they were doing it her way. Of course, her way sucked a*s ’cause there was no s*x involved. No touching. No kissing or l*****g or… Christ. There was nothing. Regardless, he powered through it and made sure his a*s was parked outside her house by the time she drove up.
Tonight was different, though. Instead of strolling past him and slammi
