When I meet his gaze, he wets his lips. “Come to the forest with me to forage for food together.” “You’re delusional.” “Then just pizza tonight. The place across the street from our building. Seven o’clock.” I know better. I really do. Yet, I find myself nodding. “No rubbing your scent on me.” He holds up his hands and takes a step backward. “I won’t touch you, but it’s not my fault if you’re rolling all over me by the night's end. You’ve already shown your hand. You like when we’re touching … rubbing … rolling is the next step.” “There’s a zero percent chance of that.” “I guess we’ll see.” He
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