"You don't think I'm interested in you?" Raw and open, Rogan's voice cut through the quiet.
His words pinned me in place, causing me to freeze in mid-step. I gently turned to look at him, and as his black eyes met mine, my heart began to race.
I said, "It's not about what I think." "What you've shown me is what matters."
Rogan's hands clenched into fists at his sides as his jaw tensed. I briefly believed he would walk right by me and go back into the stronghold he had erected around himself. He exhaled, though, and the sound carried a weight I couldn't quite identify—perhaps regret?
He whispered, his eyes falling to the ground, "You don't know what I've shown you."
I moved closer and whispered, "Then tell me." "Rogan, show me who you are. I'm in this exact position.
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