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Whit took my hand, his warm palm grazing mine, and I shivered. “Regretting me already?” “Ask me again tomorrow.” We reached my hotel door, and I stared at it dumbly, only just realizing the part that came after a wedding. Whit leaned against the frame, his gaze drifting from my face down to my toes. He’d never looked at me so thoroughly. I felt naked beneath his study. We were still holding hands, but neither of us moved to reach for the handle. “We rushed getting married,” he said softly. “We don’t have to rush tonight.”
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