“I wouldn’t have stopped you.” I say it steadily. Confidentially. His head snaps up. And I swear, my lungs stop working. Feral. That’s the only word for the way he looks at me. Whatever leash he had on himself? Gone. He stands abruptly and rounds the counter. I stay still, look up at him through my lashes, heart pounding like war drums. “What do you want from me, Hallie?” he asks, voice lowered to something dangerous and divine. I squeeze my thighs together. He’s way out of my league. I could never give him what he needs. I’m boring. Plain ol’ boring Hal. Just like Ben said. Stupid, stupid
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