gentleness he shows to no one else. “Who are we to define what is impossible or not?” “You’re just saying that,” I tell him. He shakes his head. “I mean it. You know what’s been happening in your head. You’re the only person who knows. So ask yourself if it feels right, and somewhere, deep inside of you, there’s a compass that will tell you whether you’re right or wrong.” I smile at him. “Is this how you make decisions?” I tease. His eyes sweep over both of us, naked on the bed, and he doesn’t smile back. I feel a thrill as his gaze touches me; I know it is a precursor to his hands, his mouth,
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