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... thumb pressing into my pulse point like he could measure the riot beneath my skin. Don’t run. As if I hadn’t spent half my life doing exactly that.
I yanked my arm free. "I’m not running." Liar.
His jaw ticked. "Then stay."
The fire crackled, casting shadows that made his expression unreadable. The taste of him still lingered on my lips—whiskey and something darker, something that made my knees weak. But Blair’s words slithered between us like poison. Rehab. Psychiatric f ...
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