“Fine, Regan. Here it is, no bullshit: Fuck him if you want to.” She tried not to flinch, though she was certain she’d recoiled to some degree. “You know why it doesn’t matter? Because you’ll come back to me,” he said, and again, it was a disconcerting mismatch; soft words, hard intentions. “Because I know you. Because I get you. You think you want excitement, you think you want new and interesting, but babe—” He stepped toward her, coolly brushing her hair away from her face. “You know he’ll see through you eventually,” he murmured to her. “You’ll put on an act for him, won’t you, the way you
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