Chapter 50 #50

{Melanie's P.O.V}

"What?" he rasped, his voice a low, gravelly warning. "What could possibly be on your mind right now?"

"That night," I said, my voice dropping lower, though it held a stubborn, unyielding edge. "After the diner. When you brought me home."

A subtle, microscopic shift occurred acr...

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