Wren didn’t move. Not to leave. Not to come closer. And wasn’t that a metaphor for where we stood? Hovering on the threshold of what we both wanted. “Do you need something?” I rasped. She bit her bottom lip, making my jeans suddenly feel two sizes tighter. She released that hold and let out a breath, stepping inside. “I wanted to see how you were doing.” I stared at the beautiful woman in front of me—so raw and real and everything I’d ever wanted. Holding our cards close to our chests had done nothing but hurt us. So, I decided to give her my brutal truth. No self-protection, no shielding,
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