“I don’t want to have sex with you, Beck.” I struggle to catch my breath, confusion lacing my tone. “Yeah, and I don’t want to have sex with you, either.” “No, God. I mean, like, we can do anything but sex, okay?” She blows out a heated breath. “Just, I don’t want to go that far with you when . . .” “When what?” I carefully press. With a sigh, she says, “When we don’t even like each other.” “You still think I don’t like you?” I lean back, running a frustrated hand through my hair. “Kaia, I fucking adore you.” Her brow furrows. “What?” “I admire the hell out of you. I think you’re smart, funny,
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