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no men era | chapter four, DAYLIGHT

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⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4.5k

⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | after realizing you were in no shape for a relationship, you decide that you were going to focus on yourself -- that is, until joe burrow makes an appearance again, and this time it wasn't so... smooth.

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | nothing too crazy, just more daylight shenanigans. joe being a cocky bastard and some cliches type of stuff, andrei mention for my andrei girlies out there!

The sun was barely up when you decided.

Lying in your hotel bed, wrapped in the pristine white sheets, you stared at the ceiling and made the choice that this—this—was going to be your new era. A clean slate. No more Jayson, no more men, no more attaching your identity to someone else. You weren’t just Travis and Jason Kelce’s little sister. You weren’t just Jayson Tatum’s ex.

You were you.

And maybe you didn’t fully know what that meant yet, but you were damn sure going to figure it out.

You threw off the covers and padded toward the bathroom, the early morning chill nipping at your skin. The hotel suite was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the city outside. As you flicked on the bathroom light, the mirror reflected a face that, for the first time in a long time, felt like a stranger’s.

You weren’t sad. You weren’t heartbroken. You weren’t even angry anymore.

You were just... there.

You were in the middle of blowing on your coffee, eyes trailing over the busy street outside, wrapped up in your own thoughts, when the bell above the door jingled.

And just like that, the universe yanked you out of your peaceful little morning like it was some kind of sick joke.

Because he walked in.

Joe Burrow.

Looking unfairly good for someone who very clearly had a rough night. His hair was a little messy, his jawline still faintly shadowed with the remnants of yesterday’s stubble, and—yeah—he looked a little hungover, blinking against the morning light filtering through the café windows.

For a second, it was like time hiccupped, both of you just standing there, staring at each other in mild shock. You, because why was he here, in the same coffee shop as you, at the same time, again? Him, because—well, shit.

Joe had spent the past few days trying (and failing) to push you out of his mind, convincing himself that his weird little crush was just that—a passing thing. He wasn’t the kind of guy to get stuck on someone, especially not someone he had talked to for, what? Two minutes?

And yet, here you were. Again.

Looking like that.

And suddenly, Sam’s voice from last night rang in his head. The whole Jayson thing. The whole Dalton thing.

Joe had spent half the night processing all of that, trying to figure out why it made his stomach twist the way it did. Because—sure, whatever, she was dating Dalton Kincaid. But did she actually like him? Because Joe had eyes, and last night at the event, she looked bored out of her mind.

And, okay, yeah, maybe he had gotten a little too loose, a little too confident last night after a few drinks, because he definitely told Sam that Dalton wasn’t her type. That he was more her type. Which was crazy, because—what the hell did he even mean by that?

But now, standing here in this tiny café, watching as you blinked at him like you were just as confused as he was, he felt that same weird little spark in his chest.

It had to be the universe.

That was the only explanation, right?

Joe didn’t overthink it. He never did.

So he smirked, cocky and confident, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie as he strolled up beside you.

“Damn,” he said, his voice still a little rough from the night before. “You following me, or what?”

You blinked.

Then, slowly, your expression shifted—brows raising just slightly, lips pressing into a flat, unimpressed line.

Oh.

Oh, he was one of those guys.

You exhaled through your nose, turning back to your coffee. “Yeah, totally. Been tracking your every move.”

Joe chuckled under his breath, tilting his head. “That so?”

“Mmhm.” You lifted the cup to your lips. “Didn’t think you’d still be in New York, though. Thought you’d be back in Cincinnati, you know… working.”

He could hear the edge in your voice, the subtle dig, and it made his smirk widen.

“Hey, even I get a break every now and then,” he said, shrugging. “Gotta enjoy the off-season while I can.”

You hummed, barely interested. “Right.”

He should’ve let it go. Should’ve just ordered his coffee, sat at some table, and left you alone.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he leaned in a little, just enough to make it feel deliberate, enough to make you glance up at him from the rim of your cup.

“Surprised I didn’t see you with your boyfriend last night,” he mused, voice dropping slightly.

Your eyes narrowed.

Oh, he was really being insufferable.

You weren’t sure if it was the hangover, or if this was just how he always was, but God—he was already irritating.

“I was,” you said simply. “We left early.”

Joe just nodded, like that was interesting, like he was analyzing it. And then he smirked again. “Didn’t look like you were having much fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “And you would know?”

“I pay attention.”

That made you snort, shaking your head. “You think you pay attention.”

“I know I do.”

He was pushing it. Really pushing it.

You turned fully toward him then, and Joe swore the café suddenly got a little smaller, a little warmer.

“You know, if you’re trying to flirt with me, this is the worst attempt I’ve ever witnessed,” you said, voice dry.

Joe grinned, but before he could say anything, you added, “And just to make it clear—I am dating Dalton.”

That made his stomach twist. Not because he hadn’t already known that. But because of the way you said it, the way you made it so damn clear.

Joe just scoffed, shaking his head. “Yeah, okay.”

And then, without another word, you turned on your heel and walked out. Joe stood there for a second, still half in disbelief.

What the fuck was that?

He just fumbled. Bad.

And worse—he had no idea why.

For the first time in his life, Joe Burrow was actually speechless.

He ran a hand down his face, letting out a low breath. What the hell was wrong with him?

“You good, man?”

Joe turned his head, finding Ja’Marr standing in line, staring at him like he’d just witnessed a tragedy.

“No,” Joe muttered. “I think I just lost a game I didn’t even know I was playing.”

Ja’Marr barked out a laugh. “Damn. That bad?”

Joe sighed, glancing toward the door where you disappeared.

Yeah. That bad.

Back at the hotel, you were sprawled across the bed in Kylie’s suite, arms flung dramatically over your face as you recounted the absolute disaster that was your encounter with Joe Burrow.

Kylie, meanwhile, was cackling. Not just laughing—full-body shaking, tears in her eyes kind of laughing.

“Oh my God—” she gasped between wheezes, clutching her stomach. “You walked out on him?”

“Yes,” you groaned, dragging your hands down your face. “Like, just straight up turned and left.”

Kylie threw her head back. “Oh, that’s so good.”

“It’s not good, Kylie,” you muttered, staring up at the ceiling. “It’s embarrassing.”

“No, he’s embarrassing,” she corrected, wiping her eyes. “Dude really thought he was him, huh?”

You let out a long sigh, shaking your head. “I don’t even know what his deal was. He came in all cocky, acting like—” You waved a hand vaguely. “—like he was God’s gift to football, and I was supposed to just melt or something.”

Kylie snorted. “Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“Well, I’m done with all that,” you declared, pushing yourself up. “No more Jayson, no more Joe, no more men. I’m entering a new era—focusing on me, rebuilding who I am outside of all this—” you gestured dramatically, “—outside of being a Kelce, or Jayson’s ex, or—”

Kylie raised a brow. “Or Dalton’s girlfriend?”

You blinked.

And blinked again.

Because, oh.

Oh, shit.

You had completely forgotten about Dalton Kincaid.

Kylie must’ve seen the realization hit because she promptly burst into laughter again, collapsing back against the pillows.

“Oh my God,” she wheezed. “You forgot about your own boyfriend.”

You groaned, grabbing a pillow and smacking it over your face. “Stop.”

“No, no, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever witnessed.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Like, imagine if he knew.”

You groaned even louder. “Stop.”

“I mean, you do realize that’s not a great sign, right?”

You sighed, letting the pillow slide down your face. “I know.”

Kylie propped herself up on her elbows, giving you a knowing look. “So… what’s the plan there?”

You let your head thunk back against the bed. “I don’t know.”

Kylie smirked. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that if you forgot you were dating him, he’s probably not the one.”

You exhaled slowly, staring at the ceiling. “Yeah.”

There was a long beat of silence before Kylie added, teasingly, “So… you gonna tell him?”

You turned your head, giving her a flat look. “You love this, don’t you?”

“Oh, absolutely.” She grinned. “This is premium entertainment.”

You rolled your eyes, but even you couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips.

Because, yeah.

This was a mess.

And you had no idea what you were going to do about it.

Just as you were about to fire back at Kylie for finding way too much joy in your existential crisis, the hotel room door swung open. The chaos that followed was immediate.

“Daddy, I wanna hold it!”

“No, me!”

“She had it last time!”

Jason walked in, looking exhausted, carrying a coffee tray and wrangling two very energetic kids who were currently in the middle of a heated debate over what you assumed was a muffin or a juice box—whatever prize had been promised to them as a post-breakfast treat.

“Oh, good, you’re still here,” Jason said, barely acknowledging the war waging between his daughters as he handed Kylie a coffee and plopped down onto the couch. “Sid, make a call. We’re putting these ones up for trade.”

Kylie shot him a look as she helped untangle the muffin dispute. “Jason.”

“What?” Jason took a sip of his coffee, eyes flicking to you, then back to Kylie, clearly catching on to the laughter that had not been there when he left. “What’s so funny?”

You groaned and flopped back onto the bed. “I forgot I had a boyfriend.”

Jason, to his credit, did not even blink.

Instead, he nodded and said, “Yeah, that tracks.”

Kylie choked on her coffee. “Jason!”

“What?” He shrugged, setting his cup down. “I met the guy. He’s nice and all, but if you already forgot about him, that’s kind of a sign, don’t you think?”

You groaned again, dragging a hand down your face. “That’s not helpful.”

Jason ignored that. “So what’s the plan? Are you gonna break up with him or just keep going until he proposes and then really freak out?”

Kylie wheezed.

“Jason,” you muttered. “Please. Stop talking.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “I’m just saying, it’s a slippery slope. One day, you’re having dinner with him and it’s fine, and then boom—you’re at the altar wondering why you’re about to take his last name when you don’t even remember his middle name.”

You groaned louder.

Jason looked at Kylie. “What’s the problem exactly? She doesn’t like the guy?”

Kylie smirked. “No, the problem is she likes the guys who are bad for her and doesn’t like the guys who are good for her.”

Jason frowned. “That’s stupid.”

You shot up. “I know!”

Jason blinked. “Then… stop doing it?”

You gaped at him. “Oh my God, why didn’t I think of that? Thank you, Jason! Problem solved!”

Kylie laughed so hard she almost spilled her coffee.

Jason just shrugged. “I don’t get why this is hard. You don’t like Dalton. End it. Done.”

You sighed. “It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

“Because!” You waved your hands vaguely. “He’s… good. He’s nice. He’s polite. He’s great with your kids.”

At that, Jason narrowed his eyes. “Okay, hold on—are you saying that’s the issue?”

You groaned. “No, I just—I don’t feel it, okay?”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I should feel it!”

Jason made a face. “I think you just answered your own question.”

You collapsed back onto the bed again, defeated.

Kylie smirked and turned to Jason. “She’s also in her no men era.”

Jason scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”

You lifted your head to glare at him. “Excuse me?”

He raised a brow. “Sid, come on. I love you, but you’re a Kelce. You’re genetically incapable of avoiding chaos for longer than a week.”

Kylie grinned. “He’s not wrong.”

Jason leaned back, arms crossed. “I mean, let’s be real—you’re gonna get bored in, like, three days, and then suddenly there’s gonna be some new guy, and boom—we’re back here.”

You scoffed. “That’s not true.”

Jason didn’t even argue. He just sipped his coffee like he was already picturing the next man-related disaster you were going to drag them into.

Kylie turned to you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, if you really want to commit to this no-men era, I guess that means no more talking to Joe Burrow.”

Jason snorted.

You glared at her. “Kylie.”

Jason choked. “Wait—Burrow? Joe Burrow?” He burst out laughing. “Oh my God. That is so funny.”

“It’s not funny.”

“No, no, it is.” Jason shook his head, grinning. “That dude is the definition of locked-in. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him even look at a woman, let alone actively pursue one.”

“Well, apparently, he tried,” Kylie said, biting back a smile. “And Sid walked out on him.”

Jason cackled. “You walked out on Joe Burrow?”

You groaned. “Can we please move on?”

Jason wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, man. I like this. I really like this.”

Kylie grinned. “Right? I feel like this is the best entertainment we’ve had in years.”

You groaned louder.

Jason leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Okay, hold on. So if Burrow actually wanted to pursue you, what would you do?”

You shot him a look. “I’d tell him I’m in my no men era.”

Jason smirked. “Mmm-hmm. Sure.”

You flopped back onto the bed dramatically. “I hate you both.”

Kylie patted your leg. “Aw, we love you, though.”

Jason just grinned. “This is gonna be so fun to watch.”

Joe was still trying to process what the hell had happened back in that coffee shop.

He had walked in, feeling like maybe—just maybe—the universe was on his side. He had opened his mouth, said one thing, and then? Immediate failure. Immediate regret. Immediate cringe.

And now, here he was, back in his hotel room, sitting around with Ja’Marr, Tee, Andrei, and Sam, while they all tried—and failed—to keep their laughter contained.

It was not contained.

Ja’Marr was straight-up wheezing, clutching his stomach like he had just witnessed the single funniest thing to ever happen in his life. Tee was crying actual tears, face buried in his arm on the hotel couch. Sam just shook his head, chuckling under his breath, while Andrei was at least trying to be helpful but was failing miserably.

“Okay, wait, wait—” Ja’Marr gasped between laughs. “She rolled her eyes at you?”

Joe glared at him. “Yes.”

Ja’Marr lost it again, doubling over with laughter. “Oh, my God.”

“I didn’t even say anything that bad,” Joe muttered, still trying to defend himself.

Tee lifted his head, eyes wet from how hard he had been laughing. “Bro. You walked up to her and immediately acted like she should be grateful you were talking to her.”

Joe groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “I did not.”

“You did,” Sam confirmed, smirking.

“She thought you were a fan, Joe,” Andrei said, shaking his head. “That’s tough.”

Joe just glared at them, all of them, as they continued to laugh at his expense. “Okay, fine. Maybe I came off a little cocky—”

“A little?” Ja’Marr howled.

“—but I swear, I wasn’t trying to be an asshole,” Joe finished, ignoring them. “It just… happened.”

Tee wiped a tear from his face. “Damn. This is worse than I thought.”

Andrei snorted. “I don’t know, man. I think this might actually be good for him.”

“How is this good for me?” Joe snapped.

“Because,” Andrei grinned, “for the first time in your life, you fumbled.”

That set them off again.

Joe just sat there, arms crossed, as his so-called friends lost their minds over his suffering.

When they finally calmed down—two whole minutes of pure humiliation later—Andrei leaned forward, rubbing his hands together. “Alright, so what’s the plan? You gonna try again?”

Joe hesitated. “…I don’t know.”

Ja’Marr gawked at him. “Are you serious? Since when do you back down from anything?”

Joe rolled his eyes. “It’s not that simple.”

Tee smirked. “What? You scared?”

“No,” Joe said immediately, but the thought of messing up again made his stomach twist.

Sam leaned back, arms crossed. “Look, man. If you really want her number, you should just try again before we leave for Ohio.”

Joe exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, yeah, but it’s not like I can just find her.”

Andrei smirked. “I can.”

Joe’s head snapped up. “What?”

“I can find her number,” Andrei repeated. “I know a guy.”

Joe narrowed his eyes. “What kind of guy?”

Andrei just grinned. “Don’t worry about it.”

Joe did worry about it. “That sounds shady as hell.”

Ja’Marr nodded. “Yeah, man, that’s some stalker shit.”

Andrei laughed. “Relax, I’m not being weird. I just have a friend who does PR for the league, and he might have it. It’s not that deep.”

Joe hesitated. On one hand, yeah, that was technically an option. But on the other? That felt like cheating.

“…No,” Joe finally said. “I want to get it myself.”

Andrei shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Then, a slow smirk curled his lips. “Wanna bet on it?”

Joe narrowed his eyes. “What?”

Ja’Marr perked up. “Ohhh, now we’re talkin’.”

Andrei leaned forward. “I bet I can get her number before you do.”

Joe’s jaw clenched. “You just said you were gonna cheat.”

Andrei shrugged. “Didn’t say I’d play fair.”

Sam chuckled. “Damn, Joe, you better not lose to Andrei.”

Tee grinned. “You know his ego can’t handle that.”

Joe’s competitive streak flared at the challenge. “Fine.” He reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, and slapped a crisp hundred-dollar bill on the coffee table. “I’m putting money on it.”

Ja’Marr whistled. “Ooooh, he’s serious.”

Joe smirked. “If I win, you all shut the hell up about this forever.”

Tee grinned. “And if you lose?”

Andrei’s eyes gleamed. “Then we get to make fun of you for life.”

Joe huffed. “Whatever. I’m not losing.”

Ja’Marr cackled. “Alright, bet’s on, then.”

Joe leaned back, determined. This wasn’t just about the bet. It wasn’t about proving something to his friends.

It was about her.

And he wasn’t going to lose her.

The club was packed, the bass thrumming deep in your chest, the neon lights casting everything in a hazy glow. You were perched in the booth with Travis, Taylor, and Dalton, trying—really trying—to seem engaged in whatever your supposed boyfriend was talking about.

But you couldn’t.

Because Joe Burrow was here.

And you hated that you noticed him the second he walked in.

You refused to look at him, refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was even a blip on your radar. And you were already so over this night.

It wasn’t even that clubs weren’t your scene—you could handle the overpriced drinks, the bass rattling in your chest, the way every conversation required a near-shouting volume just to be heard. But tonight? You had no patience for it.

Especially not with Joe Burrow in the same damn room.

You weren’t looking at him. You weren’t. Not even a glance. You kept your focus locked on Dalton, nodding along to whatever he was saying about off-season workouts, even though you weren’t really listening.

Taylor, bless her heart, shot you a knowing look. You ignored it.

Travis, meanwhile, was sulking into his whiskey. “This place sucks.”

Dalton chuckled. “Not really your vibe?”

Travis made a face. “Not really anyone over the age of twenty-two’s vibe.”

Taylor laughed. “And yet, here you are.”

Travis sighed dramatically. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just make it quick.”

You were barely paying attention. Because Joe was here.

You needed a drink.

You excused yourself, weaving through the crowd, making a beeline for the bar. You were halfway through ordering when a presence sidled up beside you, way too close, and you just knew.

You glanced up.

Andrei.

Oh, God.

You knew exactly what this was.

The too-casual lean against the bar, the barely-contained smirk, the way he had way too much interest in you, despite the fact that you had never spoken before?

Yeah. He was trying to get your number. And that meant one thing—Joe told them about the café.

You sighed, already annoyed. “Can I help you?”

Andrei grinned. “I don’t know, can you?”

You rolled your eyes. “So this is a thing now?”

He feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”

You gave him a look. “Don’t play dumb. Joe put you up to this, didn’t he?”

Andrei let out an exaggerated gasp. “Joe? Why would he care?”

You just stared at him.

He smirked. “What, a guy can’t come up and chat with a pretty girl?”

You snorted. “Not when there’s money involved.”

Andrei chuckled, not denying it, which told you everything.

You sighed, shaking your head, already amused despite yourself. “Wow. He really put you guys up to this?”

“Not exactly,” Andrei said. “It was more of a… friendly wager.”

You raised a brow. “What, a bet to see if you could get my number?”

Andrei grinned. “First to get it wins.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Andrei shrugged. “Maybe. But you can’t tell me you’re not at least a little flattered.”

“Oh, so flattered,” you deadpanned.

Andrei chuckled. “Come on, what’s the harm? Just a little number—”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

And then, before Andrei could say another word, he appeared.

Joe.

And damn, did he look annoyed.

“Really, dude?” he said, looking right at Andrei.

Andrei smirked. “What?”

Joe gave him a look.

Andrei grinned, leaning against the bar. “Hey, man. I’m just talking.”

Joe scoffed. “You’re full of shit.”

You bit back a laugh, glancing between them. “This is so stupid.”

Joe ignored you. His eyes stayed locked on Andrei, like he was seconds away from throwing a punch, which was hilarious, because Joe didn’t seem like the type of guy to get worked up over something this dumb.

And Andrei? He loved it.

He smirked, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Why? You jealous?”

Joe scoffed. “Of you? Not a chance.”

Andrei raised a brow. “Then why are you here?”

Joe’s jaw ticked. “Because I don’t need you embarrassing yourself.”

Andrei laughed. “Sounds like an excuse.”

Joe huffed, turning to you. “You really entertaining this?”

You smirked. “I don’t know. Maybe I like having two NFL players fight over me.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “We’re not fighting over you.”

Andrei grinned. “Sounds like something the loser would say.”

Joe glared.

You? You were having the time of your life.

Joe sat down on the barstool beside you like he belonged there, like the whole stupid bet hadn’t just happened, like Andrei wasn’t still smirking at him from a few feet away, clearly enjoying every second of getting under his skin.

You didn’t even have to look at Joe to feel the frustration rolling off of him in waves. It was almost too funny. You had known plenty of guys like him before—the cocky, confident, too-talented-for-their-own-good athletes who acted like they had the whole world figured out. Joe, so far, had done a great job of proving he was exactly that type.

And yet…

You took a sip of your drink, side-eyeing him. He was looking straight ahead, like he was actively willing himself to ignore Andrei, who was still loitering nearby, sipping his beer with all the smugness in the world.

“I think he likes you,” you said, just to mess with him.

Joe exhaled sharply through his nose, a half-laugh, half-scoff. “Yeah, okay.”

“I mean, he was laying it on pretty thick,” you teased.

Joe finally turned to you, giving you a dry look. “You think that was flirting?”

You smirked. “I think he was winning.”

Joe rolled his eyes. “He wasn’t winning.”

“Oh, really? Because it kinda seemed like it.”

Joe shook his head, running a hand through his hair before muttering, “This is so dumb.”

You just smiled. “So dumb.”

Andrei finally decided he had enough fun, pushing off the bar and giving Joe one last little clap on the shoulder before walking off into the crowd, still laughing to himself.

That left just you and Joe.

Alone.

You weren’t sure how you felt about that.

Joe sighed, finally facing you head-on. He looked exasperated, like he couldn’t believe this was his life right now. You, on the other hand, were thoroughly entertained.

“Okay,” he said finally, tilting his head slightly, as if he were considering something. “How about we just… start over?”

You blinked.

Joe must’ve taken your silence as hesitation because he immediately rushed to add, “Not like that. I just mean—this whole thing got off on the wrong foot, and I’m not really trying to make a thing out of it.”

You crossed your arms, amused. “Could’ve fooled me.”

Joe sighed, shaking his head. “I’m serious. We started off on the wrong foot.”

“You were an asshole.”

He exhaled, nodding. “Yeah, I was.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, skeptical. “Why do you even care?”

He didn’t answer right away. He just looked at you, his blue eyes studying you like he was trying to figure you out.

Finally, he shrugged. “I don’t know. You just seem…” He trailed off, shaking his head like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to finish that thought.

But something about the way he said it, the way his voice was a little softer, a little less cocky than before, made your stomach flip.

And that was dangerous. Because this was a bad idea.

Kylie’s voice rang in your head from the hotel, her laughter when you had practically forgotten about Dalton, her words about how you always chose wrong. And then Jason, the way he had bluntly pointed out your pattern, how you went for the guys who would make your life messy, complicated, and chaotic.

And Joe? He reeked of trouble.

But… maybe that was fun.

Maybe you didn’t want simple. Maybe you didn’t want safe. Maybe you wanted someone who could keep up.

So you looked at him, at this cocky, confident, aggravatingly attractive man who was now—surprisingly—trying to not be any of those things. And instead of saying what you should say, instead of walking away like you should, you smirked.

“Alright, Burrow,” you said, leaning your elbow on the bar, resting your chin in your hand. “Let’s start over.”

Joe’s lips quirked, like he had just won something.

You ignored the way your stomach flipped again.

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