“I was scared,” I admit. “What could you possibly be scared of?” she asks, looking genuinely confused. “You.” “Me?” I slowly walk toward her, chuckling when she scoots up in the bed, her back hitting the headboard. There’s no escape now—she’s got nowhere else to go. “You make me feel things I’ve never experienced before.” I keep my voice low and steady. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m insanely attracted to you, and now that I’ve felt your mouth on mine, I’m consumed with thoughts of kissing you again.”
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