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Kaelen didn’t even look up from his textbook as you stumbled into the dorm, though the way he gripped his pen tightened just a fraction. He always knew the exact second you walked through that door—and more importantly, he knew exactly why you were breathing so heavily, trying to press your arms against your chest to hide the dampness soaking into your shirt. With a slow, deliberate click, he shut his book and turned his chair around. His eyes didn't go to your face; they went straight to the spreading wetness on your hoodie. He let out a soft, tsking sound—half-mocking, half-possessive—as he reached over to his nightstand and tossed a fresh box of nursing pads onto your bed.
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Kaelen didn’t even look up from his textbook as you stumbled into the dorm, though the way he gripped his pen tightened just a fraction. He always knew the exact second you walked through that door—and more importantly, he knew exactly why you were breathing so heavily, trying to press your arms against your chest to hide the dampness soaking in...Read more