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I needed her to really see me.

Because fuck, I didn’t know who the fuck I was without her.

I glanced at the rearview mirror at my reflection.

Dark blood streamed from my lower lip. That asshole really landed a punch…

I smeared it away.

Some of it landed in my mouth, and the harsh taste of salt bloomed on my tongue again.

Salt, but no rust flavor.

That was odd…

I looked down at my hand with curiosity, and yes, there was dark liquid on the back.But something in my gut told me it wasn’t right.

I turned on the light in the cab expecting to see red smears all over the back of my hand.

Oh, there were smears all right.

But they were all black as ink.

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Sam

“I’m fine,” I said for the fifty-thousandth time.

“But you’re bleeding—”

“I’m fine!”

My patience frayed as rage seeped through me.

I knew my annoyance was nothing but the offspring of my anger, and I needed to keep it away from Grace. It wasn’t her fault.

It wasn’t her fault that she’d completely missed the show.

It wasn’t her fault that I’d found her in the alley with her ex looming over her.

At first, I wanted to throw a brick at him and tear his face off. Shout something stupid like, “Get away from my woman!” and go apeshit.

But I saw the look in her eyes.

It was that‘kiss me’look; that same look I’d seen her give me in the short time we’d been…

Dating.

I was cool. I was chill. I wasn’t going to try to make this into something it wasn’t.

I preferred to keep the lines around things loose and let them grow naturally.

…but in that fight with her asshole ex, Ihadcalled her my girlfriend in a fit of passion.

“…are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

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