Kailee Bennett   His hands trailed up my arm from my wrist while my eyes were on his   He ran his hand through my hair, his brows twitching like he hadn’t expected it to be that soft.  His hand cupped my chin, stroking my face. I found myself tilting to his touch.   Fuck. It was good  His touch had a way of breaking every bone in my body and giving me this feeling of calmness   “Besides,” he added, “I can’t have people picking on my ‘girlfriend’. It’d ruin my street cred”   He bent his fingers in mid air when he said girlfriend, adding air quotes to the word.  Oh   And there it was. Reality kicked me back to earth.   So if we weren’t fake dating for the deal, he’d let people pick on me?  I rubbed my arm, trying to chase away the chill that came with that realization. I don’t know what I was even thinking or expecting   Why did I let myself think that he actually cared?  I seem to want attention and care so bad that it leads me to misunderstand things   Why would someone—e
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