“Listen, Molloy, about us…” he began, and then paused like he was thinking carefully about what words needed to come next. His entire focus was on our joined hands as his thumb gently brushed over my knuckles. “About us?” I croaked out, shivering from the feel of his thumb tracing my skin. “You’re my friend,” he finally settled on. “You’re finally admitting it without needing to be coerced?” Nodding, he forced a small, humorless laugh. “Only took a few years, right?” “Only a couple.” “Yeah.” Clearing his throat, he looked behind him to where the car was waiting and then back to me. “I like
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