“Thanks,” I breathed, hating the ridge between us. “So, are you okay?” Nodding stiffly, he kept his eyes trained on the door in front of us. “Are you?” “Yeah.” I shrugged weakly. “I mean, I think so.” “That’s good.” His jaw ticked and I watched as he swallowed deeply. “I’m glad. I was worried about you.” “I was worried about you.” Shivering, I reached under our desk and placed my hand on his hard, muscular thigh. “God, Joe, I’ve missed you so much.” A deep shudder rolled through him, but he made no move to respond or return any physical affection. Instead, he leaned forward, rested his elbows
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