Chapter 43 Chapter 43

WESLEY POV

I choked on my spit and glared at Reid, who was standing in a t-shirt and his boxers. In my kitchen. Holding a bag of Cheetos.

"How does everyone keep breaking into my house?" I asked.

Reid scoffed. "Please, I've had a key since your first week here."

"But you always knock when you com...

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