“I guess.” I slide my hand up her leg. “But I also want to make you dinner every now and then. Read a comic book with you in bed and go get ice cream. That stuff sounds like a relationship, but I need to keep my emotions in check. Just for a few months. Does that make me a piece of shit?” “No.” Avery slips her palms under my shirt and runs them up my back. I shiver at her touch. “It’s a good idea. My life is pretty chaotic too, and there are going to be days when I can’t answer my phone for hours. I’d never want you—or anyone I was seeing—to feel like they were second on my list of
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