Lincoln steps forward, his hand gripping me above my elbow. “Stop censoring yourself.” I shrug him off, taking a step back from the energy that floats through me when he’s too near. “I have to.” “That’s bullshit. You say you can’t be yourself around me, but that’s only because you refuse to.” “Because you make me feel … messy.” I shake my head once, swallowing the word vomit that I feel like I’m choking on. “I care what you think. I care more about what you think than I’ve ever cared about what anyone has thought about me. Poppy calls me fearless and claims that I have all this confidence, but
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