"Don’t look at me like that!" "Like what, Joe?" Her voice was soft, her eyes warm, as she closed the much-needed space I'd put between us. "Hmm?" Reaching up, she cupped the back of my neck. "Don’t look at you like you matter?" With a sharp tug, she dragged my face down to hers and pressed another hot kiss to my lips. "Because you do." She kissed me again, harder this time. "You matter to me, Joey Lynch." "I shouldn’t," I strangled out, forcing my body remain rigid and not fold into her like a huge part of me wanted to. "And yet you still do," she whispered, knotting her fingers in my hair.
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