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CHAPTER 83

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CHAPTER 83

TYLER

I wasn’t fully asleep. That in–between state where your body drifts but your mind still clings to fragments of the world around you. Tyler’s body was warm against mine, his breath uneven against my chest.

And then I heard it.

Soft. Shaky. Broken.

“It’s over.”

My eyes snapped open in the dark, but I didn’t move. My chest tightened so hard I thought it would split.

Tyler’s voice cracked, so low I almost thought I imagined it.

“I love you, Mason Williams Grant.”

Every muscle in me froze. The words I’d begged for, dreamed about, clung to. And he said them—only when he thought I was asleep. Only when he thought it was safe.

My throat closed. Tears burned behind my eyes. God, it hurt—because the way he said it wasn’t a beginning. It was an ending.

I wanted to grab him, pull him back down, kiss him until he admitted it to my face. Until he believed we weren’t over. But I stayed still.

I stayed still because I knew—Tyler Reyes never said something like that unless he was about
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