Riley’s POVI should have known he wouldn’t let it go.Ezra was still standing in the doorway, one hand braced against the frame, his whole body tense.His gaze stayed fixed on my feet, on the bloody towels, on the bandages in my lap. I had already told him to get out. He had ignored that as easily as he ignored every other boundary I tried to put between us.“Nothing happened,” I said, grabbing another cloth and dabbing at the cut on my heel again.He didn’t move.I could feel him looking at me. The weight of his attention pressed against my skin until even the air in the room felt too tight.“Try that again,” he said.I didn’t look up. “I tripped.”The silence that followed was intense. I could almost hear the fury gathering inside him.Then he crossed the room.Before I could pull away, his hand closed around my wrist. The bottle in my other hand tipped and rolled across the blanket.“Ezra—”“Either you tell me,” he said, leaning down so I had no choice but to meet his eyes, “or I
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