“What do you want from me? What are we…” I bury my face in my hands. This is too raw. Too untraveled. Too risky and confusing. “I don’t understand why you’re in my head.” “You’re in mine, too. But I know why.” I groan and make myself look at him. He’s not smiling anymore. “Just…what do you want from me?” “I want everything.” His tone is calm. Matter-of-fact. Naked, in a way that has nothing to do with his clothes. “I’m all in.” He slowly lowers his forehead until it touches mine. His eyes merge together into one, right on his nose. All I can hear is the sound of our breathing, and something
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