“Before . . . ,” he said finally, awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to make light of how you feel. I get now why you’re so invested. But it’s different for me. I’m not sure how I even got involved. I should be upstairs writing, or at least working on finals. Instead, I’m up to my ears in some romantic whodunit and I have no idea how it happened . . . except that it gave me an excuse to keep seeing you.” His final remark caught Ashlyn off guard. “You thought you needed an excuse?” “Didn’t I?” The question brought a flush of warmth to her cheeks. “At first. Maybe.” He reached up to push a lock of hair
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