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“Come on,” Cole yells. “What the fuck is the matter with you bastards?” He cups a hand over his mouth. “How many guys here want Sawyer?”
No one says a word.
“Goddamn sheep,” he seethes. “None of you will ever be good eno—”
“I do.”
Before I can blink, Oakley cups my face.
Right before he kisses me.