“What if I died?” I just had to ask the drunk man who refused to fall in love with me. Brilliant. But he was so loose lipped I wanted to at least try to pry some sort of information out of him. Sergio surged to life as he covered my body with his. I let out a grunt as his stare intensified by the minute. “No.” “No?” My heart sank. “No, you can’t die.” His eyes were wild. “Promise me.” “Wh-what?” I stammered. “Promise me!” His hands moved to my cheeks, and he lightly squeezed my face between his fingertips, and then he rolled to the side, and his head ducked as he pressed an ear against my
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