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Chapter 17: Too Comfortable

Penulis: Lee Grego
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-31 09:00:10

For all the damage Tyler had done to my internal stability, he’d also done one deeply inconvenient thing. He’d made me laugh. Not once, either. Repeatedly. In the library, in passing, in those stupid little moments where he’d look at one of my colour coded revision sheets like I’d handed him evidence from a crime scene and then say something just sharp enough to get through my mood before I could defend against it.

I hated that. I hated it because it felt good. And I hated it even mo
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