“Jasmine,” Tyler whispered, tugging until I uncrossed my arms and let him hold my hands. His thumbs traced the cool skin of my wrists, just like that day at the rehearsal, and my eyes traced the hazel flecks of gold in his eyes. “I couldn’t stop you from getting on that plane, but I’m here to put you on another one, instead. I can’t let you go this time. I can’t make you hate me, just like you could never make me hate you, because the truth is we have belonged to each other since we were teenagers, and I think if anything, the last seven years and especially the last month have shown us that
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