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I turned to see him standing there, watching me. He looked happy that I was staring at the pictures. Like I was doing exactly what he had planned. And he was shirtless again. He kept doing that. It was so distracting. It was almost like he was trying to…God. I was so dumb. Of course he was trying to make me notice him. I thought about earlier when he said he just wanted for us to be friends. How angry I had gotten. He knew how to push my buttons. He knew it would turn me on. He knew me. He hadn’t given up on us being more than friends. Because there was more than my love in those pictures. There was his love too. But there was also one huge problem. Just because I could see the love in the pictures, it didn’t mean I felt it. Just because he knew how to trick me into wanting him, it didn’
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