My chin wobbled when Josh closed in enough for his body heat to envelop me. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly. He cupped the back of my neck and rubbed small circles with his thumb. Pressure ballooned in my chest at his touch. “Yep.” “Jules, look at me.” I pressed my lips together and shook my head, afraid doing so would destroy the flimsy dam holding my tears back. “Jules.” Josh stepped in front of me and grasped my chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted it up, forcing me to meet his eyes. Visible concern eroded his granite mask. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. I’m tired and I want to
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