My mischief!
"How are you feeling?" he asks gently, and I'm taken aback. What? I blink twice. "Are you still angry at me?" he adds, his eyes calm, his voice cooler. "Mia, I'm sorry about earlier, I swear I didn't—" "Shhh!" I quickly place my index on his lips, hushing him. "You don't need to apologize, Red. You didn't do anything wrong," I say, my confidence restored as I easily abandon the table and close the distance between us. Red takes my hand that's blocking his lips and says, "I don't want you to get upset because of the comments from people who hardly know you, Mia. If they knew who you really are they wouldn't have said those things to you." Sincerity laces his hoarse voice. Why is he making me all emotional again? I sniff. "Do you think you know me, Red?" I blurt, gazing up at hi
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