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If I’d had a two-bedroom apartment, Sam would have moved in with me.
I wanted him to. As irrational as that was. Here I was with a secret identity, and I wanted to bring a stranger into my safe haven. It was close enough that he’d been to my apartment, let alone stayed there for the week before he could get his own place.
It was worse when he left.
Because I didn’t want him to. And I was pretty sure that I’d never cared this much about anyone. I never wanted anyone to stay.
It wasn’t the way I had been raised. The Upper East Side was its own version of f****d up. I’d grown up with controlling parents, four crazy best friends, and too much money. I’d gotten everything I ever wanted and never had any boundaries…except to fall in line with the family.
I’d been raised to follow my fami
