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... he saying anything anymore?’
A bead of sweat slid down Eli’s forehead.
Which made absolutely no sense. The condo was freezing, and all he had on was a glittery pink sweater—one he already hated wearing on a good day. Now it just felt like a personal insult on top of everything else.
The moment they’d stepped inside, Caelen had taken a seat on one couch.
Eli sat on the one opposite him.
Adjacent.
Close enough to feel each other’s presence. Far enou ...
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