“What is this feeling?” he demanded, tugging at his shirt like it was too tight. “It’s horrible. I feel nauseous and sweaty, and I just want to punch Andy in his fucking face. No one besides my sister wants to punch that guy in the face. He’s too agreeable. What’s happening to me?” She chewed on her lip for a second. “Maybe you’re jealous?” “Maybe you’re jealous,” he shot back. “Sorry. Reflex. This isn’t your fault. Of course you have a past. I just never thought about how it would feel to meet your past.” She took his face in her hands and held him still. “Look at me.” “I can’t. I’m looking
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