“You’re hurt? What’s wrong?” How the hell did he do that? Close such considerable distance with what seemed to be no effort at all? In the span of a second, he was before me, his gaze white and searching. “Does loneliness count?” Holy Terra. I was such an idiot. This was legitimately embarrassing. He was probably going to laugh at me. Or turn that fine purple ass right around and- “It counts, Tasha.” Hoarsely, he repeated the words. “It counts.”
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