I expect him to smirk, or make a joke, but he doesn’t. “Do you need help getting undressed?” he asks slowly and precisely. I know the tone well. “You think I’m crazy.” He shakes his head. “I think you have a lot of pain trapped inside you.” His eyes make a slow map of my features. “Something happened to you. Something bad.” The surface of my secrets shifts, buckling against ice. “Something bad happens to everyone.” I pull off my top. It plops wetly on the ground, where it’s joined shortly by the miniskirt and my underwear. “Jesus, Mia,” hisses Callum, eyes hungry as they travel my body. “You
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