“What am I to you, Ash?” he asked. “And if you say that we’re just friends, I swear to God, I’m going to make Mal find me another room—I don’t care if I have to sleep in the same bed as a random trucker.” “I don’t know,” I said honestly. “What do you want me to be?” “I don’t know,” I said again. This time, I wasn’t honest, and he must’ve heard it. “I don’t believe you,” he said. “Try again.” His eyes were on me, and they showed no sign of letting up. This was the first time he’d pushed me—really pushed me—since we started being in each other’s lives again. He was the only one who knew how and
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