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Toji stepped into the bedroom, towel slung over his head as he dried his hair. His gaze flicked to the book in my hands, and he hummed softly, ❝ I thought you knew how that one ends.❞
I nodded ❝ I do.❞
He dropped the towel onto the dresser, eyebrow lifting. ❝Then why read it?❞
I glanced back down at the page. ❝ Because knowing the ending doesn't stop me from wanting the middle.❞