Twenty-Eight
Justin When I saw Marissa and her companion, an irrational heat flared up inside me. She laughed, her head tilted slightly as she looked at him with amusement. That smile caused something dark and possessive to curl inside me. The guy held her bag like he was her damn knight in shining armor, standing close enough that if she shifted slightly, they would brush against each other. It was stupid, and I knew it. I had no right to feel this way, but logic didn’t matter. Two nights ago, something had shifted inside me when she had touched, hugged, and kissed me. The pain that had clawed at my insides for days had dulled under her warmth. I didn’t understand it, nor had I told anyone, but Marissa’s presence had done something that neither medicine nor any healer could. Seeing her grinning
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