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I follow and rest my hands above her head, leaning into her as she tilts her face up to meet my eyes. “Why didn’t you like my ex talking to me?”

She swallows, and her cheeks flush pink. With cold, or embarrassment? “I don’t like that she hurt you.”

“I never said she did.”

“You didn’t have to.” She wraps her fingers around my forearm, not pushing me away but locking us in place. “I know you