Slate greets me easily, making me breakfast and teasing me. I’m not sure how to handle it, so after breakfast, I grab a book from the library and head up to my room. I stay there for hours until it’s late afternoon and hunger again drives me back downstairs. I’m hoping Slate will be locked in his office, but no such luck. He’s standing in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with his arms folded as if he had been waiting patiently for me to appear. “Hi,” I say quietly, stopping by the living room couch. “Hi, Rose.” “You been working?” He smiles softly. “Yeah.” I nod but don’t move. Looking down, I smooth my fingertips on the couch cushion. From the corner of my eye, I see him walk toward me until he’s right in front of me, but still I don’t look up. He sighs. “Rose, look at me.” When I refuse, afraid of what I’ll see in his eyes—of what I’ll say or do now that I’m this close to him again—he puts the crook of his finger under my jaw and gently lifts my face until our gazes meet.
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