No, it fucking wasn’t a good thing. Because it had been a hell of a lot easier to deny this pull I felt between us when I’d been able to put her squarely inside a neat little box labeled in bold, permanent marker: TRAINWRECK. Instead of saying any of that, I braced my hands on the counter on either side of her hips and leaned toward her, the magnetic draw between us too much to ignore even a second longer. She pressed a hand against my chest, and though I was sure she was going to use it to push me away or pause my descent, she didn’t. Clutching my T-shirt in her fist, she tugged me down
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