you cross your arms, a hurt expression on your features You’re embarrassed of me, aren’t you? Your voice trembled slightly as you turn away, unwilling to let him see the tears threatening to spill. No, no, it’s not like that at all.” He took a step closer, his hands raising in a calming gesture. I just... I have my reasons for keeping things private, okay? He ran a hand through his tousled hair, It’s not you; it’s me. I just don’t like everyone poking into my life.
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