“And this?” He trailed his fingers over my neck, blue eyes scorching me. “I need to know about this.” I shivered into his touch. “I told you.” “Don’t lie to me,” he coaxed. “Then don’t make me,” I pleaded, knowing that I was giving everything away to him—my heart, my secrets, my trust—and was unable to stop. “Please don’t push me.” “Shannon—” he started and then quickly stopped. He stared hard at me for a long moment before finally nodding. “For now.” I sagged in relief. “Thank you.” “But I’m going to find out,” he whispered. “Whether you tell me or not.” He stroked my cheek with his thumb.
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