“What’s wrong?” “Not a single thing.” The uncertainty across his face vanishes, replaced by determination. His dark brows knit together. “Give me another chance, Vi. A real chance. No more one foot in, one foot out.” My teeth sink into my bottom lip, and my eyes well up again. His words hit hard because that’s exactly what I’ve been doing—holding back to protect myself, although it hasn’t been working. There is no playing it safe when it comes to love; it’s a contact sport for your heart. Falling for him again is a foregone conclusion. I’m so head over heels that I think I might be permanently
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