Liz reached out for the bracelet, her fingers lingering a little against the warmth of his palm before she took the bracelet and held it in her palm. Her eyes ran over it.
"I'm not, not ready... It's not that. It's..." She pressed her lips together. "Don't you think it would hurt her to see us together?"
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"I'm not, not ready... It's not that. It's..." She pressed her lips together. "Don't you think it would hurt her to see us together?"