“You shouldn’t be here,” she reminds again, barely managing to get the words out. My response is a whisper against her lips. “I know.” “Someone could have seen you,” she pants. “I know.” Her hands grasp at my hair. “I’m an engaged woman.” My voice is low. “Oh, I know.” My fingers find that damning ring, slipping it off even as my mouth moves against hers.
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