“You stay here,” I say, moving to stand, but I’m stopped by a small hand on my thigh. “Andre—” I lean in even though I shouldn’t. I use a hand on her chin to tilt it my way, even though I shouldn’t. I brush my hand down her neck, using it to push her hair over her shoulder, even though I shouldn’t. And I lean my forehead against hers, even though I absolutely shouldn’t. I’m in such dangerous territory, playing with fire. Let me burn. “I’m here to keep you safe, Olivia. You sit here, you look fucking gorgeous, and I’ll talk to him. Get you your space.” “You don’t—” “You let everyone think
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