KEYLA I sat across from Hunter, trying to calm my racing heart. I should’ve walked away. I wanted to walk away. But the second he looked at me with those tired blue eyes, I felt my guard crack a little. Why do I always do this? Why do I always let him in? I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back in the booth. “Okay,” I said, trying to sound firm. “You have five minutes. Start talking.” Hunter let out a slow breath, running his hands through his messy hair. He looked like he hadn’t slept well. There were faint shadows under his eyes, and he kept fidgeting, like he wasn’t sure what to say first. “I miss you,” he blurted. My stomach twisted. I shook my head. “Hunter—” “No, listen,” he cut in quickly, holding up his hands. “Please, Keyla, just… let me say this.” I pressed my lips together, annoyed at myself for staying, but I gave him a small nod. He leaned forward, elbows on the table. “That day in Chase’s office… I was angry, yeah. You saw that. But you know me. You know
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