How can I be so attracted to someone who has done such terrible things to me? He pulls my headphones off. “Are you okay?” he asks. His brown eyes bore into mine with something that feels an awful lot like concern. “Yeah. I’m fine.” I blink, looking away from his intense gaze. His fingers slip into the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me closer still. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” I scoff, Noah has been the reason for my tears since graduation. “Your actions prove otherwise.” “It’s different when you’re crying for me.” His gaze lowers to my lips. I don’t know if it’s because he realizes how
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