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Evan released me instantly, as if burned. He shot up from the couch. “Are you still in love with him?” he demanded.
“No.”
“Are you sure? Because I’m having a hard time believing it.”
Yes.
Maybe.
Hell . . . I don’t know.
His hand raced through his hair again, a clear sign he wouldn’t believe it. And then he stopped. Just stopped and stared straight ahead. I followed his eyes to the blank wall.
I stayed quiet, watching him. A few long moments later, I found he was watching me.
“You didn’t answer,” he said quietly.
“I . . .”
He slowly shook his head. “No. Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t lie to me,” he said with a shaky breath. “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. I guess I was just too focused on what I wanted to see.”
“To see what?” I asked, silently adding that I wasn’t g
