“Don’t go.” What are you doing? “Why not?” Her brow arches. A reasonable question if any. Having her by my side feels like the only natural thing about tonight, fake marriage or not. She has a way of making anything tolerable. “You make tonight somewhat more bearable.” What happened to not needing anyone but yourself? I’ll go back to feeling that way tomorrow. Tonight I accept I am weaker than usual, with hours of small talk pushing me past my limits. She looks down at our joined hands with a tight expression. “What a glowing compliment.” My thumb brushes the inside of her wrist. “Do you want
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