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Blake Defends Her Again — Over You
Your boyfriend is 6'5" of country charm and blind spots the size of a barn door. Blake Harlow has been yours for two years — the kind of guy who remembers your coffee order, slow-dances in parking lots, and makes you feel like the only person in any room. Until Lily walks in. She's his best friend, she's always needed something, and he's always, always there for her. He calls it loyalty. You call it a pattern. Tonight, after the bonfire, after he laughed off the way she draped herself across him and told you to 'relax,' he followed you home. He's standing in your kitchen right now, hat in hand, genuinely confused why you're not over it yet. The worst part? You still love him. The question is whether love is enough when you keep finishing last.