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“
I
’
m
not
angry
with
you
,
I
’
m
angry
with
myself
.
I
just
assumed
…
”
He
sighs
.
He
regards
me
shrewdly
and
then
shakes
his
head
.
“
Do
you
want
to
go
?
”
he
asks
,
his
voice
gentle
.
“
No
,
unless
you
want
me
to
go
,
”
I
murmur
.
Oh
no
…
I
don
’
t
want
to
leave
.
“
Of
course
not
.
I
like
having
you
here
.
”
He
frowns
as
he
says
this
and
then
glances
at
his
watch
.
“
It
’
s
late
.
”
And
he
turns
to
look
at
me
.
“
You
’
re
biting
your
lip
.
”
His
voice
is
husky
,
and
he
’
s
eyeing
me
speculatively
.
“
Sorry
.
”
“
Don
’
t
apologize
.
It
’
s
just
that
I
want
to
bite
it
,
too
,
hard
.
”
I
gasp
…
how
can
he
say
things
like
that
to
me
and
not
expect
me
to
be
affected
.
“
Come
,
”
he
murmurs
.
“
What
?
”
“
We
’
re
going
to
rectify
the
situation
right
now
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
What
situation
?
”
