But he didn’t. Pulling me in, he lifted me into his arms again and looked up into my eyes. “Look at me,” he said. I did, the softness in his voice making me forget my brother and my body for a moment. “I…” He trailed off, struggling for words. “I…like you.” It sounded like “I love you,” and my chin trembled. “I’ve liked you forever,” he said. “If you talk to him, the spell will break and the night will be over because you’re not the same in the sun. You’ll have all kinds of reasons again tomorrow about why I can’t have you. Stay with me tonight. Don’t talk to him. Don’t let anything between us
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