**“I’m not sweet on Leonie,”**
He perched on the bottom of her pallet, taking her ankles and dragging her feet onto his lap. **“It wouldn’t matter to me,”** he said, **“if you were.”**
She threw an arm over her face to hide her wince. It was, quite possibly, the worst thing he could’ve said. *She wanted him to care. She could’ve fallen on her knees right then and there and begged him to care.*
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— Oct 13, 2025 01:55PM
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