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“You always talk to yourself when you’re lying?” he asks.
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re definitely lying.”
I glare at him.
He almost smiles.
Unbelievable.
I turn away.
Because if I don’t—
I might do something I shouldn’t.
Like remember exactly how this feels.
Being this close.
Being here.
With him.
Again.
Jase
She’s pacing.
That’s new.
Not frantic.
Not out of control.
Just—
Restless.
Like she’s trying to outrun something that isn’t outside.
“Sit down,” I say.
“I’m fine.”
“That’s my line.”
She stops.
Turns slowly.
And yeah—
There it is.
That edge.
