~Cali~Evan groaned, hands running through his hair, mumbling something under his breath. When he didn’t speak, I stood up from the couch, calloused fingers clutched my wrist.I looked down, seeing his pleading eyes. “Can’t you trust me?”Here we go again.“Evan, you know I do,” I exhaled, slumping beside him. “But you have to tell me things. This is how everything flew sideways in Barbados. I will not run away and ask questions later, but you have to explain why you and Nate hate each other this much.” I clasped his hands, rubbing my thumb over his bruises. “And this, how did you get this? It’s too early for brawls and your wrist is still healing.”While I am
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