“I’d like to see you again.” I swallow. “Um…do you think we’re moving too fast?” I whisper. He shakes his head once, not hesitating. “I’ve never been surer about wanting to get to know somebody. If you want me to fuck off, Diane, you’ll have to shoot me.” I laugh weakly. He smiles, and I touch his face, enjoying the prickle of his beard. “I kinda like you,” I whisper. His lids flicker as his throat bobs. “I more than kinda like you.” I bite my lip. “Too much, too soon, Mr. Quinn,” I say, trying to make it into a joke. I mean it a little bit, though. “I don’t care,” he says, voice hoarse. “What
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