“I’ll go on one condition.” “Mmmm?” Gabriel tilts his head to the side. A lock of dark hair falls over his eye, and I think I might swoon. “I’m not talking about where I’ve been the last four years. Don’t ask. Don’t ply me with alcohol or tell me sob stories about Dylan in an attempt to make me talk. Mention my past, and I’m gone. Got it?” “Oh, phew.” Gabriel pretends to wipe sweat off his brow. “And here I was thinking you wanted me to do something taxing, but ignoring deep-rooted emotional trauma to clear the path for superficial fun? That’s my specialty. It would be an honor to have you as
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