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... whispered against my mouth, his voice still shaky, "Babe... that really hurt."
My chest caved in at those words. I pressed my forehead to his, stroking the back of his neck, grounding him. "I’m sorry... I’m so, so sorry," I whispered repeatedly, as if I said it enough, it would undo the damage.
He let out a shaky sigh, resting against me, and though the anger hadn’t fully left, I felt the fragile thread of forgiveness weaving itself back between us.
"I love you, Zayn," I ...
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