“We should do it,” I call back. He goes deathly still. “Yeah?” I nod, taking tentative steps toward the water, trying to act more casual than I feel. “Yeah. But we need to talk about it.” The column of his throat works as he swallows, eyes narrowed in on me, like he can see right through the calm and collected facade I’m trying to put up. I struggle not to let my eyes skate down over his broad chest. Instead, I fixate on the day’s final rays of sun and how they hit the thick stubble over his jaw. “Your place or mine?” I joke, trying to cut the tension. His gaze drops to the water. “I don’t
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