Abigail’s POVHe didn’t understand exactly what was happening, or why I was saying things the way I did. All he knew was that I wanted him. The memory of that question, the one he asked about feelings, kept replaying in my head. When he had asked if I saw him as an older brother, I hadn’t been ready to tell the truth. I hadn’t wanted to admit it—not to him, not to anyone. That was why I had deflected, and told him to focus on the assignment, knowing he wouldn’t fully get it. I knew him too well. He was difficult, stubborn, precise and impossible sometimes.But now, everything had changed. My mother had shown up, and now he knew. I couldn’t hide anymore, and I couldn’t lie to myself either. What I felt for him wasn’t going away, and pretending it could had become impossible. My heart had no patience for secrets.Yet, when I finally spoke the truth, he had rejected me. Not harshly, but with a quiet, unwavering firmness that cut deeper than any harsh words could. He had said, we are ste
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