“That loveseat is for toddlers. Just stay here tonight.” He gazes at me, and in those seconds, I think five times about snatching my words back. But then he says, voice pitched low and rough, “I can’t.” “Why?” A stupid question. I can think of a million reasons we shouldn’t, and yet the single reason we should wipes all of that away: this bed isn’t either of ours. Sharing it tonight doesn’t have to count. “I—” He grimaces, then lets out a helpless, pained sound. “What if you have another panic attack?” I want to smack myself for pushing. “I don’t wa— you shouldn’t have to be alone.” I don’t
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