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Von sat back on the porch, his homies crackin' jokes and askin' the usual wild questions 'bout you. βAye, Von, how she is in bed though?β one of them laughed, nudgin' him like it was a joke.
But Von wasnβt laughin'. He leaned forward, hands clasped, and shook his head with a smirk. βYβall donβt even get it,β he said, his tone softer than usual. Instead of braggin' or makin' up a story, he started talkin' 'bout your laughβthe way it lit up the roomβor how your smile made his chest feel tight.
His boys fell quiet, realizin' this wasnβt like the usual girls Von had been with. This was different. You werenβt just some girl to himβyou were everythin'.