Ren lets out a quiet breath. “I’ll get things for you. Whatever you want.” My brows zip. “No, that’s not necessary. Thanks, though.” “I want to,” he presses. I shake my head slowly, gaping at him. “Why…?” “Because I…” His voice drifts, and for the first time since we started this strange meet-n-greet, he seems a little flustered. Staring down at his hands, he begins fiddling nervously with his fingers. “I like you. I don’t want anyone to use you. You don’t deserve that.” His eyes flit to mine, shining raw. Very different from the way he’s been looking at me, and I can’t tell if this is better
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