“We aren’t very good at being just friends. I drew a line, and we weren’t supposed to cross it.” “Millie.” He rubs his thumb gently over the seam of my lips, then his fingertips move along my jaw, under my ear, and envelop the side of my neck. “Pretty sure I was erasing that line as you were making it.” His eyes are as dark as the night sky, and I’m falling into them, drifting through space without oxygen or anything to tether me. I’ll be completely lost there forever, and I’m still longing for it. “Is this okay?” he whispers, muscles tense like a predator holding himself back for the perfect
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