When I turned around to face him, he said, “You’re beautiful, Ash,” and I rolled my eyes, trying to regain the playful mood. Suddenly, Dusty gripped my chin firmly. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Don’t hide from me. I want to see you.” I should’ve tried to pull away, but I didn’t. Instead, I let my eyes grab hold of his, just like his hand held my chin and refused to let go. His eyes moved over my face like he was memorizing me and this moment, then they’d come back to mine every few seconds. I was helpless when his hands were on me, so we stood in my entryway, and I let him see me. “You’re
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