Hot Sauce 22
Nyla I looked up at Ezekiel. His face was full of worry, brows furrowed deeply as his eyes searched mine like he was trying to read something I hadn’t said out loud yet. “Why are you crying?” he asked softly, his voice quiet with concern. “Did I do something wrong? Please just tell me.” He looked so genuinely scared that he had hurt me somehow that my chest tightened all over again. I could see it in the way his eyes kept moving over my face, checking, like he was afraid of what the answer might be. I gave him a small, shaky smile and reached up to wipe at my wet cheeks. “I was actually a little annoyed with you back there,” I admitted. “When you were hitting that man. I kept begging you to stop and you just wouldn’t.” Something shifted in his expression. His shoulders dropped slightl
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