Brandon lays his coat over the chair, facing me, a tight smile marring his beautiful face. “You started without me?” My smile falters. “I just took all the stuff out and organized it. I wanted it all to be ready for you, see?” “Gotcha.” His lips thin into straight lines. “Just thought it would have been nice to do it together. I didn’t realize you wanted us to get through it so quickly.” I gasp, my eyes widening like saucers. “That’s not it at all, I—” “Hey.” He chuckles, touching my arm gently. “It’s okay. You didn’t know. We all make mistakes.” Ambrose’s heavy boots stomp across the floor
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