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40. BEST-FRIEND

Allison had been Lydia’s best-friend. Now she was gone. It was a shock to everyone, but considering what they had been dealing with, they knew someone dying was always possible. None of what had happened could stop the feelings she realised may have been underlying for Scott all along.

It wasn’t her intention to taint Allison or Aiden’s memory, but the Beacon Hills High gossip mill was rife, calling her a slut and accusing her of honing in on her dead best-friend’s boyfriend. She wasn’t going to apologise when no one could understand what the pack had been through together.

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06. BREATHLESS

Lydia flopped onto her back, panting breathlessly as she raked her red hair off her face. Beside her, Scott rolled over onto his but with a mischievous smile, pulling her on top of him and wrapped his arms around her possessively.

She couldn’t help laughing, enjoying the feeling of his sweaty, naked skin pressed up against hers. The boy had skill and she was ready to wager a bet now that he was the best she ever had. She settled into the embrace and nuzzled her nose against his cheek. Post-sex cuddling was a favourite, and Scott rocked at it.

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01. DRUNK

Lydia was horrifically hungover. She didn’t want to think about how easily it had been for her to get drunk because she was emotional. She didn’t want to think about who she got drunk with. She didn’t want to think about how being emotional and drunk had lead to sex that she couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to think about all the things she couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to think about the fact she wished she could remember.

She crawled miserably into bed after praying to the porcelain god and dragged the covers over her head. Screw it all.

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