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His lips curl into a smile, but then a sense of deep contemplation settles over him as he ponders my words: "I was young and foolishly mistook 'you have a great ass' for love." Then he asks, "How do you know that's not happening now?"
My eyebrows shoot up. "That's assuming I'm in love with..." I stop myself, reading his guarded body language. His features lock down, shutting me out. No. No. "Hey, I'm just messing with you, Ashton. I'm sorry." I hold his emotionless face in my hands. My stomach twists. It's difficult for him to be vulnerable, I know that.
I shouldn't have made that joke.
"It's fine," he says, his voice devoid of emotion. "I under
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