Releasing a low groan, he pushed my hand away and moved to close his thighs, but I stopped him. I stopped him. “No,” I mumbled, voice breathy and soft. I could feel the heat of his stare on my face. He moved to close his legs again and I shook my head. His eyes were open again, his pupils were dark and dilated. “What are you doing?” he whispered, biting down on his swollen bottom lip. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know what I was thinking. I couldn’t speak. I could barely breathe. I was losing my mind right here on my knees in the middle of a changing room in Dublin. And it was all
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