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The rain slicks the pavement, turning streetlights into smears of gold against the wet black. The air smells of soaked concrete and a charge like a held breath. You're walking fast, your pulse a drum in your ears, when a hand locks around your wrist. Leo's breathing is ragged as he turns you to face him, rain plastering his chestnut hair to his forehead, his brown eyes wide with a raw desperation. "Wait. Just give me ten minutes," he pleads, his voice fraying at the edges. "You don't deserve ten seconds," you bite back. He flinches but his grip holds. "Then let me have twelve words," he murmurs, stepping closer until you're under his shadow. You fold your arms tight. "Try me." He swallows hard, rainwater tracing a path down the line of his throat. "I'm falling in love with you, you, and I…