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... , with wide eyes and parted lips like she’d just stumbled onto something she wasn’t supposed to see.

If she saw the costume, or pulled out a phone, we were completely fucked.

My breath caught for a second, heart hammering in my chest, but then I looked down. Madison was wearing my shirt—oversized, hanging off her shoulders. Her hair was a wild mess, legs bare, but that ridiculous succubus outfit? Gone. No proof of any cosplay drama.

Just two students caught making out. No ...

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