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I pushed Valen off my lap, making him laugh naughtily.
"I don't have a crush," I said, but my words came out way too hurried. It didn't sound natural in the least sense.
"Oh, come off it. Don't be so shy. We know you like Dami—"
"I DON'T LIKE ANYBOD—oh, Damien," I could feel the sweat break out from my forehead. I'd just been crazily obvious, "No, I don't like Damien. Don't go planting crazy rumors around," I said, trying to sound even more suspicious.
Because it was way better for them to think I liked Damien than for them to know there was something stupid I felt for Hayden. Something I was yet to label correctly. Besides, I wasn't about to let them mark him as my crush, after he nearly murdered me.
