“Keep pretending that what we have isn’t real, pretend that this is for practice. I don’t fucking care what you tell yourself to feel less fear but pretend,” he all but begs. He keeps stepping into my space until I’m backed against the desk. Placing his arms on either side of me, the raw hunger in his eyes is tantalizing. “I need you like I need air, Bella, and if you stop, I’ll cease breathing. So please, just keep pretending.” His eyes flick back and forth, searching mine, for what I’m not sure, but in the next breath, he’s placing his heart in my hands. “Pretend that you want me as badly as
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