Every single touch, every faint suggestion of her dimples, every needy gaze she sends my way has me by the throat, dragging me deeper into something I spent my whole adult life carefully avoiding. I’ve seen what losing someone precious can do to a man. Felt the cold shadow of it as a bystander when my mother passed away in my father’s arms. I know better than anyone that all good things—even the greatest things of all—eventually come to an end. But when Margot confessed tonight that she didn’t want to go home without me, it tipped the scales just enough. Just enough for me to make what was
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