“Are you okay?” he asked. Was I hallucinating? “Yeah, I’m fine,” I whispered, even though it was a lie. My feet were aching in my heels. My lower back hurt from sitting in a salon all day, not to mention my stomach’s angry growls for food. Sebastian shook his head. “Don’t,” he said, but it wasn’t with malice. “I know you well enough to see when you’re not okay. Don’t try to deny it.” I gulped. He didn’t look mad or disappointed, but I felt bad for not being my best self. “I’m sorry,” I said. “You’re right. I don’t feel well.” “You don’t have to be sorry. I just ask that you let me help.” “I’m
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