“Rosalie,” he coos, trying to calm me as he sets a hand on top of mine. It has the opposite effect, jolting me a foot off my seat as I yank my hands back to sit on them. Rosalie? Oh my god. My cheeks stain darker somehow; I can feel the heat. I told him my full name? No one knows my full name—I never use it. Not even Tyler knows what Ro is short for, but he also never asked. “It’s Ro,” I say, my voice small and squeaky. “I mean, that’s what I go by.” There is a sliver of hurt marring his expression before he laughs it away and sinks into the chair across from me, still leaning over the table
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