“So, all of this”—I wave my hand between us—“means something to me too. That’s exactly the reason why I didn’t kiss you last night.” Her tongue swipes across her bottom lip. “I don’t understand.” “I said no because you were drunk. I was afraid you’d regret it in the morning, that you were only asking because you were intoxicated. Not because it was what you wanted. Not because you wanted me.” I run a trembling hand through my hair. “Because it’s crazy to me, Honeysuckle, that someone as beautiful and golden and good as you could want someone like me. I couldn’t kiss you until I let you see all
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