“I need company. Someone to talk to, to keep me away from my own thoughts.” “Could’ve taken you to Dylan’s.” I felt my nostrils flare. “Dylan needs to rest.” “Could’ve talked to me.” Seriously. No. Rock. Bottom. None. “Sometimes I want to talk to someone who doesn’t scowl or berate me.” “Specify next time, then. I’m not a fucking mind reader.” “You aren’t? Well, then I won’t keep you guessing—I want you to go away. Now.” The tips of her small, red mouth curved upward, and she brushed invisible lint from my shoulder. The touch was short-lived, but it was enough to make me swallow a hiss of
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