LIANA Zaylen chuckled in response to my question, his amusement evident in his voice. "No, I don't," he replied casually. A twinge of uncertainty nagged at me. "You won't be jealous?" I probed further, searching for a hint of emotion in his demeanor. "Do you want me to be?" he countered, his tone teasing. "Maybe?" I admitted, the words slipping out before I could stop them. He reminded me of the reason we were together, a reminder that stung more than I cared to admit. "Hey, you're supposed to get over your rebound with me," he said, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm trying, okay?" I retorted defensively, feeling the weight of my unresolved emotions pressing down on me. "Then go. Have a fun drink with that guy who hit on you," he urged, his words laced with resignation. I smiled, shaking my head. Despite his permission, I couldn't bring myself to leave his side. "I came here with you, remember? I think I'll stay," I said, my voice softer now, tinged with s
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