I get up, not really intending to follow him, but not bothering to stop my feet when it becomes clear that that’s what I’m doing. If he didn’t want me in there, he should have shut the door. There’s no talking myself out of it as I step up behind him, wrap my arms around him, and press my forehead between his shoulder blades. I keep my hold light, not giving in to the urge to just squeeze, but I can’t help but rub the skin of my forehead against his shirt. “I’m kind of doing something here.” I can hear the amusement in his voice, so I don’t bother moving. “Sounds like you’re almost done to
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