I don't want easy answers, I said, watching him carefully. "I want honest ones."Damien moved closer, but I held up a hand. He stopped, respecting the boundary. That small gesture–his willingness to be stopped–meant something."Sit," I said, gesturing to my couch.He sat, maintaining distance, waiting for me to speak. The apartment was quiet around us, just the sound of the city filtering through the windows and the weight of everything unsaid between us."Maggie thinks I'm trapped," I began. She thinks you're controlling me, just in more sophisticated ways than Lawson did. She thinks I'm defining myself in relation to you instead of independently."Is that what you think?" His voice was carefully neutral."I think she's right about some of it." I moved to the window, needing space between us to think clearly. I think I don't know what my apartment costs. I think you still make decisions for me without always asking first. I think even my vacation exists within the parameters you've e
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