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... cotton.
Not spinning anymore, just heavy and pressed in from the inside.
I keep my posture straight anyway. Shoulders back. Chin level. Ivy’s voice echoes in my head, telling me not to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me fold.
Zane stands a step away from me, close enough that I can feel the heat coming off him, far enough that it’s obvious we aren’t pretending to be anything soft.
Lucas doesn’t move far either. He’s hovering, pretending not to be, eyes shar ...
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