His eye roll is more of a dismissal. “I’ll take care of it.” I stomp like a toddler. “No.” “Wren.” His tone is borderline angry. My lip pops out. I’m crushed to his body next, and he tilts my chin to meet his face. “I know you’re used to being independent, but you’re going to have to get used to me taking care of you.” I say nothing and let him press his lips to mine. It soothes me for a second before he lets go of me and heads up the stairs. “Oh.” He glances over the banister, and I’m leery of his smile. “I put a tracker on your phone, so if you decide to try and pay me back for hitting your
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