“So, this is what we do during the day,” he says after a while. “We?” I frown. “We don’t usually spend our days together.” He smiles like I didn’t even speak. “I’m serious. We rarely . . .” I drift off, because he’s taking a strand of my hair between his fingers and rubbing it gently, watching the flow of light orange across his own pale skin.
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