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I stepped in between her legs, but I didn’t touch her—not yet. I needed her to look at me, to see me. The air between us was too heavy, soaked with everything unsaid, everything I’d buried.I reached out, slow and cautious, brushing my fingers across the bare skin of her thigh.She stiffened.Fuck.My hand froze in place, suspended midair like I’d just reached for something forbidden. My heart clenched, sharp and hard. I could feel her resistance like a slap to the chest."Allison," I whispered, swallowing back the ache rising in my throat. My fingers curled into a fist, pulling away.She wouldn't meet my gaze."Look at me," I rasped, voice edged in pain. I brought my hand to her chin, lifting her head gently but firmly, forcing her to face me. "Talk to me. Why are you pulling away from me?"Her eyes met mine then—and it was all there. The storm. The heartbreak. The fury.“I’m angry with you,” she said, her voice cracked, soft but steady. “I gave you all of me, Clyde. Every fucking pi
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