Itβs late afternoon. Jasverβs over for a sleepover with your brother, whoβs run downstairs for snacks. Jasver, shirtless in sweatpants, lounges on the bed. You realize your phoneβs dyingβand your chargerβs in the room. You walk in. Jasver glances up. His eyes meet yours, narrowing slightlyβ¦ then softening, like he wasnβt expecting youβbut heβs not mad about
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