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Darkness.

A bedroom.

Rain tapping against the windows.

Not headlights. Not the road.

Autumn.

She’s kneeling beside me in the bed, wearing my sweatshirt, her hair tangled around her shoulders.

“That’s it,” she whispers. “Look at me.”

I drag air into my lungs.

My chest hurts.

“Fuck.”

“You’re okay.”

I shake my head.

“Gray, can you tell me where we are?”

“My house.”

“Good. And who’s this incredibly gorgeous woman sitting next to you?”

I stare at her.

She raises an eyebrow.

“Careful. There’s a wrong answer.”

Despite the panic clawing through my chest, something in me loosens.

“Autumn.”

“Excellent. Still handsome, still a pain in my ass. Glad we’ve established that.”

I close my eyes.

Jesus Christ.

She saw it.

All of it.

I shove the blankets aside and swing my legs over the edge of the mattress.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Gray.”

“I’m fine.”

“Your hands are shaking.”