The bed dips behind me as Cade climbs into bed with me. He places an arm over my back, snuggling close and offering as much comfort as he can. He’s always been a touchy guy. I’m kind of the opposite, but I guess our dynamic works. I’m certainly used to it. “Nah,” I tell him, not bothering to remind him how much my dad hates him. The cuddling is one of the reasons. He caught Cade sleeping in my bed on one of our sleepovers as kids and overreacted. Luckily, my mom was able to calm him down because I doubt that Cade and I would even still be friends if my dad had had it his way. That was just
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