HAZEL But the truth was... I wasn't sure I understood anything. I simply didn't know what else to say.He leaned forward and kissed my forehead."So..." He smiled. "Are we okay?"I looked into his eyes. This was Harris, the man I loved, the man who had risked everything to get me out."Yeah," I said quietly. "We're okay."His entire face brightened."Good."He stood, wrapped me in a hug, and took my hand."So," he asked with a grin, "what are we doing today? Watching a movie?"The rest of the day, he seemed determined to erase the memory of the other night. He made me laugh, he teased me, he cooked with me, and he held my hand whenever he could.At first, it was difficult. I caught myself watching him more closely than before, trying to understand what had happened between us. But little by little... The familiar Harris came back, or at least, I believed he had. By evening, I'd almost forgotten about the argument entirely.That night, when we went to bed, Harris wrapped an arm around
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