Chapter 83 CHAPTER 83 - BRUISES

NAOMI’S POV

He showed up at my door smelling like ice and ibuprofen.

Didn't knock the way he usually did – two hard raps, the impatience of a man who expected doors to open because he existed on the other side of them. This was different. One knock. Soft. The knock of someone who wasn't sure he was...

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