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Nothing in the world, not even the Berserkers or the Ghost Riders or last semester's linguistics midterm grade, could have ever prepared Liam for the stomach-dropping sight of Theo splayed out on his back across the pool table with the top button of his shirt undone and his legs spread around the triangular formation of empty red Solo cups at his crotch. The tall guy from before has rounded up a bunch of his buddies and they're all roaring and cheering, taking turns having their shot at jumping the cue ball over Theo's entire torso into one of the farthest cups at the end of the table.
Theo's head has lolled back and his face is loose, glowing, painted with an easy grin, and Liam doesn't think he's ever seen the chimera this unwound before.
Or this level of infuriating, either, for that matter.
(The way his jeans suddenly tighten has absolutely nothing to do with this train of thought.)
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- Part 17 of Author's Favorites
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17 May 2026