I step out in my fresh pajamas and find Bran staring curiously at one of the novels I bury myself in at night.The moment he flips a page, I snatch the book away and hide it behind my back.“Don’t touch my stuff,” I murmur.Bran’s eyes shift from my hand to my face. “What’s inside the book?”“Nothing. Just… stuff. Boring stuff.”“Well, I’d like to read that boring stuff.”“I do not wish for you to read it.”He stands, and I swallow.“I was searching through your books, wondering if I could pick out your favorite and read it to you until you fall asleep. I didn’t mean to go through your stuff.”Oh. “However,” he steps closer, “I guess that’s the favorite I was looking for.”He is reading her again. How does he effortlessly do that?“No need to read me to sleep. I can manage myself. You don’t have to be here.”He lets out a long sigh. “Fine.”For a moment, I think he is going to leave, but instead, he climbs onto my bed, lies down, and taps the space beside him.“Come on.”I freeze.“I
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