Me Before You: My Ex's Brother Should Know What I Taste

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a senior partner at Aiden's law firm and his college ro

tances, with not much

ling me up before quickly letting go,

said softly. His deep eyes lingered on my tear-stained fa

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eyes fixed on me. After a momen

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came out. There was no comfort in his tone,

TV. Matthew was probably one of them, which meant he had seen the wh

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the back door of the Range Rover open for me. It was only a few steps

my pleated skirt, which now felt too short and inappropriate. I had worn

iver, "Please find a n

't figured out how to tell my parents yet. For years, they treated Aiden like their

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my throat tight,

lways aloof and reserved. He'd sometimes come to my studio to pick up his sister after class, always polite, alway

dinner party during my freshman year, so I'd known him fo

law firm colleagues. This was the first time we'd been alone

rchief with both

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ket was draped over my shoulders. The ja

. "Mr. Logan, you should

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that. I just meant you're wet too;

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hallway was quiet, the lighting dim,

we stood at our doors

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