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Davis sat outside on the tent’s steps that evening, unable to decide if he needed a sweatshirt. One moment he felt perfectly content, not warm or cold—it was the absolute perfect temperature. The next moment, he was freezing, wondering if he needed not just one sweatshirt but two. Except, it felt like he was freezing from the inside out rather than the other way around. And it was whenever his thoughts drifted to his conversation with Chloe Rodgers earlier in the day. The look she’d given him when he’d voiced what he’d been thinking for the past couple of days. That he should leave early.
It haunted him.
It was a look of disappointment and anger and loathing all rolled into one. Like he was the most disgusting person she’d ever laid eyes on. At first, she’d tried to hide it under a l
