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Julien picked the colors seven years ago, based on what he thought looked cool and dangerous. Nobody should let sixteen-year-old boys pick anything.
I’m definitely not going to fuck him, Julien tells himself. At least, not before the background check comes back.
“I barely got scratched,” Whisper protests. Julien gently takes Whisper’s arm again. “If you got a papercut, it would be too much for me.”
“The worst part is that even though I’ve put you in danger, even though I’ve failed you already, I still don’t want to let go of you.”
“I took this scar for you,” Whisper says. “That’s not a bad thing. I’ll never regret it.”
None of this hurts, but he’ll carry every moment forever. Bruised into his soul, never to heal.
My mornings aren’t always private, and nobody besides me gets to ogle you, understood?”—Julien
WOWWWWW. DAAAAAMN
“I could have died because I fell in love with him. Instead, I’m alive because he fell in love with me.”
“He has the terrible taste to fall madly in love with you.” Nadine’s stern face softens. “And he’d rather die than hurt you again.”
“I’ll do anything.” “Don’t say that.” A grin blooms into Julien’s voice. “I might believe you.”
“I know you tried to kill me,” Julien muses. “But you hesitated. And you’re still just as clever, stubborn, and kind-hearted as you were the first time I fell in love with you.”
He never knew he could fall apart like this. He never had someone to put him back together before.
“I didn’t seduce you,” Julien says, feigning outrage. “I courted you.” “What’s the difference?” “Optics.”
