He pulls his lips between his teeth, shaking his head. “She did.” Jealousy thunders through me—the most loathsome, most venomous of all the human emotions. Tears rush to my eyes as my hands curl into fists. “June…” He descends on me, concern radiating from his worried eyes. “June, talk to me. You look like I just ripped your heart out.” My bottom lip trembles, so I chomp down on it, flicking my head back and forth. “I don’t understand,” Brant murmurs, moving in until we’re toe-to-toe. His hand raises, his knuckles skimming my flushed cheek. “You told me to. You said I should go out with her.”
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