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        JulianfrozeasReya''seyessnappedopen.

        "I—I''msorry,sorry—"hestammered,stumblingbackinapanic.

        Hisheelcaughtawkwardlyontheoversizedplushpawofhermascotsuit.Hisbalancegaveway,andhetoppledbackward.

        Reyafellwithhim.

        Hehittheoldcouchwithadullthud.Theworncushionsdidlittletosoftenthefall.Arustedspringpokedathislowerback,makinghisbrowtwitchinstinctively,thoughnoeyebrowsframedthemotion.

        Reya,cushionedbythethicklayersofherbearcostumeandbyJulian''sbody,barelyfelttheimpactatall.

        Julianhardlyregisteredthepain.Helurchedupright,wordstumblingoutinafranticrush.

        "I''msorry—Ididn''tmean—Ishouldn''t—I—"

        Hiswordscaughtmid-sentence.

        Reya,stilllyingagainsthischest,liftedheroversizedplushpawsandgentlycuppedhisface.

        Thefabricmuffledhertouch,butthecertaintyinthegesturewasunmistakable.Itwasasif,withonetouch,shehadpressedapausebutton.Hislipsparted,thenextapologytremblingontheedgeofhisbreathbutneverformed.

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