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“What?” I whisper.

He takes my face in with his molten eyes. “I kissed you back, didn’t I? Why did you think I did that?”

“I don’t… I didn’t…”

Think.

I didn’t think why. Not for him and not for me.

I’ve pushed it down, pushed it aside, the kiss.

Because there’s nothing to think about anyway.

He’s my ex-boyfriend’s ex-best friend.

And I’m his ex-best friend’s ex-girlfriend.

But before I can tell him that, he goes, “I did that. Because I wanted to. Because I have a thing. For you.”

“B-but that’s…”

“A very big thing.”

“You’re lying.”

He’s lying.

Isn’t he?

He has to be.

It doesn’t make sense. It’s bizarre. It’s absurd.

It’s like his protecting thing from a few days ago.

Except this is even more of a fiction than him trying to protect me.

Me.

The servant girl.

It doesn’t…

“I wish.”

“You…” I can barely think, let alone make words. “You were always so…”

“Horrible to you.”

“Yes.” Then, to prove my point, I repeat, “Yes!”

Horrible. Awful. Hateful.

His lips turn up in a small,sadsmile. “Part of my charm. And partly a consequence of wanting your best friend’s girl when you shouldn’t.”

My whole body winces.

My muscles spasm. My heart spasms.


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