I lean closer to him. “You realize you lasted exactly seven seconds after swearing to a vow of silence, right? I have no choice but to leave. We can’t have you thinking actions don’t have consequences—” “Stay,” he says, reaching out to grab my hand. He laces our fingers together, pulling my arm across his stomach. “You were talking about scalp massages.” “Mhmm,” I reply, swallowing down the emotion in my throat. “I’ve never had a scalp massage.” “Give me my hand back,” I whisper. His fingers tighten around mine. “No. You’ll leave.” I smile. “I won’t leave. Give it back, and I’ll pet your
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