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... > Ashton tossed the phone on the bed and caught me before I could climb out.
His arms locked around my waist.
"I don’t like watching you get trashed by strangers."
"You’ve been dodging interviews for years," I said, frowning. "Now you’re dropping back-to-back posts like a wannabe influencer. That’s not going to look good."
"Who cares how it looks?"
He dragged the duvet up and over both of us, stole my phone mid-reach, and flung it to the other side of the ...
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