“Hi,” he says softly. He shakes himself from the daze, taking slow steps forward and ruffling his hair again. “What, uh…what are you doing here?” He wipes at his mouth. My stomach pitches, envisioning that mouth on hers. “My answer is yes.” “Your answer?” Another step forward. “To what?” “Moving in with you.” Dipping his gaze lower and to the left, he finally spots my overnight bags, still zipped and full. Still waiting for permission. He swallows, glancing back up at me. “Okay. Right.” “Okay?” I nibble my lip, my fingernails leaving tiny crescents on my palms. “You’re not mad that I just
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