His mouth splits into a perfect, white-toothed grin. “You’re cute when you’re vulnerable.” My indignation flares. “You know what? I take it back.” “Nah. You don’t.” “Yeah, I do. In fact, I think I hate you right now.” I make to pull free from his arms, but they coil tighter, keeping me in place. “Look at me,” he demands softly. After a moment of reluctance, I do. His blue eyes are severe as they pin me down. “I can’t remember what it feels like not being in love with you, Calla.” My pulse pounds in my veins. He leans in, presses his forehead against mine. “I can’t remember what it’s like to
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