“How do you do that?” She frowned and glanced at the bottle of rum being passed around, now in Aedan’s large hands. He couldn’t mean that—she’d barely had more than him, certainly not enough to be impressive. “Do what?” His hand waved up and down. “Be this.” She scoffed, eyes narrow as she shook her head. What was he getting at? “I’m just me.” His brows contracted, the area around his eyes tensing. On anyone else, it would have been an unremarkable twitch, but on him, it felt more like seeing his expression break. “Exactly.” He shook his head, again just a small movement, but something about
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