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ASHLEY

My hands, still pressed against the door, scrabbles furiously at the grip of his fingers.

I twist, try to pry them away, but his fingers are strong, unyielding.

I can feel Caleb's palm on the door knob already, trying to turn it.

I twist my hands again, a wave of panic rushing through me. I grit my teeth, trying to hide how his actions can mess things up for the rest of my life.

“Let go of my hands,” I whisper, low enough that only him can hear. My breathing is ragged.

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