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... hing I knew, his arms were around me, holding me against his chest before I could even think about pushing him away.
And God. His chest was hard. My stupid forehead literally rested there like I’ve been waiting for this moment my whole life. Ew. Kill me.
"Hey," Ian whispered, all low and soft like he wasn’t the literal spawn of Satan five minutes ago. "Don’t do that. Don’t cry over him. Not when I’m right here."
Oh my god. Oh my GOD. My whole body wanted to glitch out of ...
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