“It’s okay,” I mumbled, swallowing an imaginary golf ball again. “I got it.” There was a pause. A sigh. “I know you got it, but I’ll help.” There was another pause. “I’m offering.” He’d used that soft, smooth tone that seemed so… inappropriate on his raspy voice, and it made me glance at him, sniffling. Since when had I become this person who was the annoying kind of stubborn and didn’t accept help? I hated people like that. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you,” I admitted. It was too dark to tell whether he was staring me down or not. “You’re not taking advantage. I’m offering. I’ve
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