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I reluctantly leave before her alarm goes off and take another long shower before I go to work. I’m dead ass tired but regret nothing. Holding her for hours was as much for her as it was for me. I wanted to give her more time after Weston’s death and the shitstorm relationship he caused, but my willpower is ready to snap as I keep my feelings tucked away. I can no longer pretend, no longer hold back the feelings screaming to come out, and can no longer pretend I don’t deserve her anymore.

But I’m not sure she’s ready to hear my truths.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MASON

Sophie’s been runningaround the house all day, cleaning, cooking, and stressing over all these tiny details. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or if it’s a coping mechanism. I’ve asked if I can help with anything a dozen times, and she gives me stupid little tasks such as making sure my room is clean. When I asked her why it mattered, I got some half-ass reasoning as she waved me away.

It’s to a point where I’m a little worried so I go against my better judgment and text her sisters in case I should be concerned or if this is something she does.

Mason

Your sister is cleaning like a mad woman. Is this her normal nervous behavior?

Lennon

What kind of cleaning are we talking here?

Maddie

Well, she does live with two guys. I’d be cleaning like a crazy person too.

I roll my eyes at her jab.

Mason

Well, she’s currently mopping the ceiling…

Maddie

Oh shit.

Mason

What?

Lennon

That’s level red.

Mason

Meaning what?

Lennon

She’s gone manic.

Maddie

Without even having to take the good stuff.

Mason

What the fuck are you two talking about? English, please!

Lennon

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