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... e delicate skin of his wrist warm and surprisingly fragile in my grasp. "Angel," I prompt gently, my thumb tracing a faint, soothing circle.
"Why so quiet? Give me a reply."
He doesn’t look up. The blush on his cheeks deepens to a brilliant, rose-tinted crimson. "I... I’m not lying. I..."
His voice is a flustered whisper, dissolving into the quiet of the hallway.
He’s so transparently nervous. The urge to tease him melts away into fondness.
I shouldn’t pus ...
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