“What stopped you before?” Because we did a lot more than kiss, and you had no hesitation. Paul’s shoulders drop a little, and he shoves his hands under his legs, then shrugs. “I don’t know. Just didn’t feel right, I guess.” I try really hard not to smile but fail miserably. His words have happiness fluttering in my chest and heating my face. “But it was okay with . . . me?” I hate how vulnerable my tone is, how much I’m hoping he wants to do it again. Paul sits up and moves to face me with his feet on the floor. “Yeah, it was . . . it was perfect.” The last word is a whisper, but I heard it.
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