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His expansive chest molded against my back, arms locked around me like vices. I wanted so badly to melt into him, to have his voice rumble in my ear. To shout that I didn’t just like him, that I maybe loved him.
Instead, all I said was, “Go home, Ryan.”
“What if home is you?”
Napalm level silence befell my body. My mind. I stopped struggling. I stopped running in the air. I stopped everything, wilting right there and surrendering every ounce of my weight into him.
A low sob vibrated my throat. “It’s not.”
“It could be and you know it.”
I did. I knew it could be.

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