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At the question, Reyna knows immediately she would have to explain herself, because now she’d mentioned it, it would eat at her. “I –” She stops before she says anything, glancing to the male beside her. “You have to promise me you won’t tell anyone, I wanna tell when I’m ready.”
“If you wanna tell when you’re ready, you really don’t have to tell me now, but I promise I won’t tell a soul.” Jasper tells her earnestly, offering up his pinky.







