“I meant what I said,” I call out as he walks away and then pauses, holding a side door open for me. People brush past us, in and out of the revolving glass doors as I stand there with a resolute expression on my face. “Are you coming or not?” Pax drawls, leaning across the door and waiting for me, one arm outstretched. I march right up to him and grab the zipper on Michael's jacket, dragging the pull slowly up the metal teeth. “I meant what I said,” I repeat, noticing that Pax doesn't look away from me, keeping his gaze locked on my face, almost like he's daring me to say it again. I have no
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