My stomach drops a bit as I turn to look at her as a thought crosses my mind. “I’m so sorry, Kat.” Her brows furrow as she meets my gaze. “I got so caught up in this, in you, that I didn’t stop to think about if we were moving too fast.” “What?” She questions. “I should have had more control over my desire for you. I don’t ever want you to feel like you were forced into something or be the reason for any potential guilt. If I was a gentleman, I would have waited for your marriage to be—” Kat reaches out, cutting me off with a shake of her head while placing her hand on my arm. Her thumb rubs
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