“Stop,” I whispered, gathering her into my arms as I stood. She wrapped her arms around my waist and held on tight. Her face pressed against my chest. I hated how good this physical affection from her felt. It wasn’t the way I felt about Brandy Kleinbauer when I’d lost my virginity to her at barely sixteen. Or the hormonal longing I’d felt for Cindy Crawford all through junior high. And it wasn’t what I felt for Addie, my on-again, off-again weekend hookup. This was…more complicated. I liked Sloane. I wanted to keep her safe. And every time we touched, no matter how innocently, part of me
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