"Well," he murmured with a teasing glint, "now you're stuck here with me until the rain stops." I laughed, squeezing his hand back, feeling a warmth bloom inside me. "I suppose I could think of worse places to be." "Like?" he challenged, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips, his eyes glinting with playful curiosity. "Tell me, Ana," And with that, I was brought back to reality, my feelings shattered. "I'm not Ana."
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