“I wish I’d been here sooner,” I confess, speaking into his damp hair, inhaling the scents of soap and shampoo. “You wouldn’t have liked who I was.” Kayce’s fingers flex against my ribs. “I’m glad you got to know me now.” I feel him toying with the fabric of my shirt and give him a moment to collect those words he obviously wants to say. “I prefer this version of me. He’s the guy I want you to know.”
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