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His brows notch, and he shakes his head “I don’t think so”

I lean over just a little, ure That letter I wrote hiht after I listened to his voice h Fuck the secrets If I’et well or whatever…I have to tell him

“Do you have a drink here?” I ask

He frowns

“Do you want to pour one?”

“For you?”

I shake my head “For yourself”

“No, Ez” He scoots a little closer tolike he wants to touch me, but he doesn’t “I don’t need a drink to listen to you”

Six

Ezra

My throat feels too tight for words, so I just nod and bite the inside of h it

“In high school…I uy on the football bus Someti “It wasn’t anything, but o off soay me,” I whisper

Miller’s eyes still look too wide as he nods But he doesn’t look horrified