**Kyra POV**"Let's talk," he says when we return to the house, and he leads me to the couch after he takes the dog's leash off. I follow him with nervous anticipation and sit next to him, turning my body to face him. He rests his hand on my leg and stares at the floor for a moment before looking back at me."Today was nice," he says. "Like, beyond nice.""I think so, too."I can see him biting the inside of his cheek, something he does when he's nervous or mad, to stop himself from speaking before he's ready to."I don't know what to say," he finally admits quietly."Oh." I meant to just think of the word, but it seeped out of my mouth with its tonal mix of part disappointment, part surprise, and part sadness."I'm usually good with words, Kyra. But you make me a fuckin' mess.""I'm sorry.""Don't be sorry."He recedes back into his quiet mode, staring at the floor."Maybe I should go," I say softly.He grabs onto my hand. "No, don't go.""We don't have to talk, Tor. You don't owe me
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