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Mekhi’s P.O.V

The sudden knock on my door makes my hands jolt around my eyebrow stud, forcing the ring deeper than it ever should be.

Wincing I call for the one who’d almost caused me brain damage, “come in Quinn.”

“It’s creepy how you always know which one of us it is,” he announces the second he’s got the door open.

“And it’s not creepy that you can do it by scent?” I question as I glance his way.

Quinn opens his mouth, equipped with some perfect response, but it never comes as he takes my appearance in.

“Well, someone looks good,” he says with a proud smile that he quickly follows with an uncharacteristic whistle. “I mean damn, Mekhi. You look good… I am genuinely impressed.”