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I bury my face in the blankets and wail like a newborn baby, pounding my fist against the mattress because I hate myself for it so much. Then I’m not facedown anymore, because I’m somehow sitting up in Quinn’s arms and he’s rocking me, murmuring into my hair. “It’s okay, lass. You’re safe here with me. You’re safe.” He squeezes those big arms around me, holding me tight. I cry all over his chest, hiding my face and burning with shame as I cling to him helplessly. I’m curled up in his lap with his legs crooked around me, so his whole body is curved around mine. “I’m s-sorry.” Cupping my head in one hand, he exhales and kisses my shoulder. “Don’t be a bloody i***t. You don’t have to apologize.” “I don’t know what happened.” He chuckles. “I’ll tell you what happened. I dazzled the swam
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