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As Timothy and I stood outside the venue entrance, Jasper was thrown out right after us. As he stumbled past us, he seemed intent on glaring the whole way to his car, then gave us the middle finger as he sped off.

I had every urge to hit him, but from the way his right eye was swelling, Timothy had gotten him well enough.

Timothy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m sorry about all this, Evie. It was supposed to be a fun evening.”

I shook my head, reaching to caress the bruise already blossoming on his cheek. “Don’t apologize, Timothy. This wasn’t your fault. Jasper’s just a jerk.”

He looked at me and smiled before wincing, blood leaking from his busted lip. “Life has a way of throwing curveballs, doesn’t it?”

“Or fists,” I said, swiping my thumb over his lip. “Let’s get you cleaned up, huh?”

As we reached Timothy’s car, I could see the bruises beginning to bloom on the side of his face. His jaw clenched with every step, a visible effort to downplay the pain. I frowned, my anger toward Jasper escalating.

“I still can’t believe he punched you. What an asshole!”

Timothy managed a weak smile. “It’s just a couple of bruises, Evie. I’ve had worse on the hockey rink.”

I couldn’t shake the sense of responsibility that settled over me. “I’m so sorry. This wasn’t how I imagined the night going. None of this should have happened.”

He shook his head, dismissing the apology. “It’s not your fault. That guy was drunk and out of his mind. I would’ve been surprised if he didn’t try to fight.”

I touched his cheek, but jerked my hand away when he winced. “Still, he always thinks he’s owed something. When he can bribe it out of you, he’ll just try to get rid of you.

Timothy’s gaze met mine, and I could sense a shared understanding. “You’re going to have to deal with him now. As his senior, he’ll be your responsibility.”

I took a deep breath, the weight of my new role sinking in. “I know. And I’ll handle it. If anything, this gives me

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his car, wincing as he tried to find a comfortable position. I sighed and shook

you,” I said. “It’s

“Sure, if it makes you feel

the car’s hood. As I began to disinfect the cuts. on his face, the closeness of the moment felt overwhelming. The soft glow of the parking lot lights

hand but my mind elsewhere. “You shouldn’t have had

And it’s not the first time I’ve been in a fight. And besides, you’re

to lighten the mood. “True, but I still feel responsible. You were defending

his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and something I couldn’t quite place. “You don’t have to apologize. I’d

a bandage over the worst of the

you,” Timothy said, his voice

met his gaze. “You’re welcome, Timothy. We’re

warmth in his eyes that made the night air feel a little less

Timothy’s hand cupped

soft, hesitant kiss–a moment suspended in time. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the

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to a subtle distance. I searched his gaze for answers, but the unspoken question

said, his voice low, “I want things to stay good between us. It feels like I’m always screwing things up, and I’m scared

“Timothy, what do

know what I did in the past. I hurt you, and I’m just scared of losing you

air like a heavy secret. The wounds of the past, scars from a time when trust had been shattered, still haunted him. In that moment, I saw the lingering doubt in his eyes, the fear that I might harbor resentment for the mistakes he

out, my fingers gently tracing the bruises on his face. “Timothy, I don’t hate you. We’ve both grown since then. I don’t

a sense of disappointment washed over me. Even

offered, breaking the heavy silence that had settled between us.

into the passenger seat of his car. As Timothy started the car, the engine’s hum was the only sound

words. Timothy parked the

regret in his eyes. “Anytime. I mean,

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