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CHAPTER 43: More of This

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ARIA'S POV

He burned his tongue on his coffee again on Wednesday morning and said nothing about it.

I watched it happen from across my kitchen counter. A sip too fast, the slight pause, the complete absence of any acknowledgment that it had occurred. I'd seen it four times now. He would never learn and he would never admit there was anything to learn and I had stopped finding it surprising and started finding it, without meaning to, quietly endearing.

That was the thing about the last few weeks
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