Chapter Twenty-One
| michael’s pov | I tried to pull his arms away from me; I didn’t need his hug. It wasn’t like I was going through something so painful. I could bear it; I always could. This was for the sake of our friendship. “I was worried you were angry at me,” Ashton confessed, finally letting go of me. I still was, but I would be a bad friend if I told him that, right? “I just needed to be alone for a while.” He didn’t seem surprised; it looked like he expected that. “I see,” he said, nodding. “But I have something to tell you– it’s going to make you happy, I swear.” Having a feeling I know who it was going to be about, I let him continue, anyway. “Go on.” “Belle wants to go out with you!” He exclaimed, smiling proudly at me. He looked genuinely happy about what he just said; only confirming
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