“Did I do something to fuck it up?” He presses close enough I can feel the warmth of his body. “Did I hurt you?” I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak for a moment. “No,” I whisper. “I was . . . fuck. I was falling for you.” His shoulders sag. He nearly smiles. My heart leaps traitorously at the sight. “I knew it.” “It was terrifying.” I try to swallow, but that just makes me want to sob. “It’s still terrifying. I thought maybe if you just moved on, it would be better—for you and for me.” “I don’t want to move on.” He takes my hand, squeezing my fingers. His touch sends delicious
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