Camelia POVI remained silent for a few seconds, the thought of running crossing my mind—again. Why am I always the one running away? He’s the one who made the move. And it wasn’t even that deep last time—we were only trying to prove something to Lydia. And now? He hurt his hand and used his lips instead.That explained the situation… right?“Camelia,” Henry called softly. “I’ve gotten it off,” he muttered with a faint smile.“Thank you,” I whispered, picking at my fingers. I quickly dropped them and tried to act like it was nothing.“Let’s finish up,” he added, but he kept fumbling with his left hand.“Here,” I said, reaching across the dining table to take the spoon from him.“What?” he mumbled with food in his mouth.I got up and walked over to where he sat, gently taking the spoon from his hand.“Let me do it,” I said, persuading him.“It’s actually fine, Camelia… I can manage—”“No, you can’t, Henry. You’ve barely had three spoonfuls,” I replied, glancing at his bandaged hand han
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