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I move back, away from the door

but I’m stuck. My hands tremble, my legs

are shaky as I make my way back to the

safety of my bedroom.

But why did he say that? Again?

He's been stressed. I haven't been in

the mood. He isn't cheating? Not like

that. I crawl back into bed, and I shut

my eyes, reminding myself that he's not

like that. Cohen is too predictable to do

something like that. He loves me too