“Forget how I feel.” He stepped back, letting my arm fall to my side. “Forget about my brothers, Wren, Jake, and whoever else—even Declan. Forget about them and what they want. What do you want?” My lip wobbled as I stared at him. I wanted to hold him, cry with him, and maybe even love him. Because not once had I ever considered what I wanted. All these years, I’d been drifting, searching for anywhere I might fit, taking anyone who accepted me—and I never wondered if I wanted to be there in the first place. My voice was meek, small, as though I feared he might smash my admission. “I want to
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