We’re impossibly close now, and I don’t move away anymore. I don’t freeze, and his large hand hovers next to my cheek. Sensitive places tingling, electricity sparking, and an ache pulses harder and begs for him to just pick me up and devour me whole. I whisper, “Thatcher.” His forehead nearly presses to mine. My eyes scald. “I can’t believe I’m going on a trip without you.” It’ll be strange. He was my bodyguard for almost a year. With me every day, and now… I drop my gaze. His hand encases my cheek. “Fuck it.” He’s a breath from my lips. “We’re switching places.” “What?” I shake my head,
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