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“You’re the design person,” he said.

He stepped back, letting her pass, but his gaze lingered. “Then I’ll just have to make you forget it.”

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“I told you,” he said, kissing her again. “I build stories. And ours was always going to end like this.”

She laughed—a real, surprised, joyful laugh. “You planned this.” “You’re the design person,” he said

Not because he was rude. Because he was perfect . And perfect people, she knew, were either hiding something or about to ruin your life.

“Occupied!” she yelped.

“Rules are just stories we tell ourselves to feel safe.”