Crossing Lines
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“Are you guys official? Like—official-official?”
“We live together,” I said before I could stop myself.
Her jaw dropped.
“You what?”
“I wasn’t hiding it,” I added quickly. “It’s just a lot. But it’s good. Really good.”
She whistled. “Lana Reyes. The main character. And the plot twist. Nathan Cross in love? Living together? This is full prestige drama energy.”
I laughed. Actually laughed. For a moment, the pressure lifted—like sunshine through fog.
But the second we stepped outside, it returned.