I pulled another shirt off the hanger, my hands trembling so violently I could barely fold the fabric. I tossed it blindly into the open suitcase on the bed.Before I could reach for the next hanger, the bedroom door was shoved open, banging hard against the wall.I whipped my head around, seeing Maddox standing in the doorway, breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down.Sweat glistened on his forehead, his dark hair a frantic mess, his eyes wide with a manic, terrified urgency.He froze the second his eyes landed on my half-packed suitcase. A strange, shattered expression flickered across his face—like my name was too heavy, too painful for him even to call.“Jason...”Maddox stepped forward, closing the distance between us in two strides.Before I could pull away, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against his chest in a desperate, suffocating grip. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply, his fingers digging tight into the fabric of my shirt
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