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*Harper* “What are you doing here?" I asked when I realized it was Oliver standing before me. “We should talk," he said. He held an arm out to me. I took a step back, and he dropped his arm. “Talk about what?" I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Everything," he said. “You want to talk, now? After ignoring me for days?" I asked, the anger rising in my blood. “Harper, I'd like the chance to explain myself, if you're willing to listen," he said softly. My rage was immediately derailed. His eyes looked so soft and vulnerable in the streetlight. He was extending a hand to me, literally. If I pushed him away, he might never offer it again. “Okay, so, talk," I said. “The reason that I told you our encounter was a mistake is that my world is too dark and difficult for you. You wouldn't b