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My head tilted a fraction as confusion set in. “Did you think it would bother you for me to be here?” His electric-blue stare speared me in place. “I wasn’t sure. I’ve never let anyone but family come over.” His naked truth was spoken with such raw transparency, there was no room for doubt. He wasn’t even exaggerating. I was the first outsider he’d let into his home. While I stood reeling over the admission, he released his hold on my shirt and took the plates to the sink, severing our connection. I’d never felt more ashamed or inadequate. Here was a man who clearly had trust issues, and I was about to prove him right in the worst sort of way. Whether I told him the truth about me or not, the secrets I’d kept felt more and more like a nasty betrayal. That was why I prevented myself fro
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