“When you’re ready to stop lying to yourself, you know where to find me.” My voice is low, steady, laced with the kind of certainty that doesn’t leave room for doubt. I brush my fingers over her jaw, the touch deceptively soft. “But I’m getting real fucking tired of watching you pretend you don’t want this just as much as I do.” A muscle in her jaw tics, but she still doesn’t pull away. That’s what I thought. I tilt my head, studying her, letting the shroud of my words sink in. “So keep running, if that’s what you need to do. But don’t kid yourself.” I grip her tighter, just enough to make
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