Devon's POV
"Are you sleeping here?" Amethyst asked, her expression curious yet guarded.
"Do you want me to sleep here?" I replied, matching her tone with playful intrigue.
"If I say no and you plan on staying the night anyway, my answer really doesn't matter, does it?" she said, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.
I couldn't help but chuckle at her response.
"Do you hate me that much?" I teased, genuinely intrigued by her feelings.
Amethyst shook her head vigorously, a slight smile creeping onto her face.
"I don't hate you," she clarified earnestly.
"I just dislike you, that's all. It's different," she added, as if that made everything clear.
I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of her words.
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