“I’d really like to kiss you right now…” The way his voice trails off tells me there’s more to that thought. I whisper, “But?” “But I won’t want to stop there. I’ll want to run my hands over your body, and kiss every inch of your skin. And I can’t. Not when you constantly shy away from my touch.” “I don’t—” I try to argue. Deny reacting with anything other than pure desire at the thought of his hands on me. Coming to grips with the idea that I might be ruined by KJ—never able to stand the touch of another man without flinching—is crippling. “You do. When the time comes where I can do
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