Chapter Twenty

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"Dammie, did you eat all the batter? Cuz if you did I swear imma kick you!" Micky proceeded to demonstrate by abusively kicking him. Faith's slender arms wrapped around Micky and pulled him away.

"Run along Micky, there is punch in the ball." Faith pointed up the steps. Micky excitedly danced up the stairs humming. "Damien, the only reason I have to tolerate you is the fact my son see's you as a friend." She glared at me. "Better not find you two in another makeout session." And with that she walked away. I could feel Damien bristle.

I looked at him, "Don't listen to her." I smiled and took his hand. It pulsed with heat and anxiety. I shuddered and led him into the ball.

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