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When I turn to him, he’s pulling off his jacket and handing it to me. I shake my head. “Take it,” he says, his voice hard enough that I decide it’s not worth arguing.

I slip into it. It’s still warm, and it smells like him—clean and spicy. The scent makes my head spin with memories that almost knock me off my feet.

He folds his arms and stares at me, his face hard