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Leaving some time for Ophelia to get to the living room, Harlow waited until she heard the hallway door close before shrugging off Penzance’s arm and rushing over to Ryske.
“Crash,” she breathed and planted her hands on his chest to rise onto her tiptoes.
When she tried to seek his mouth, he ducked his head back and pulled away. Harlow didn’t know what to think. She was speechless. Ryske hadn’t moved away from Ophelia when she’d kissed him, and Harlow had been pleased at his lack of response. But he’d gone a step further with her. He didn’t even pretend to let her be near him. He broke her heart and disconnected from her completely.
Turning around slowly, Harlow found him facing the opposite counter, near the fridge, his hands braced apart on it, his head bowed.
“Rejected by my hom
