“I’m going to cross a professional line here,” he warned me. “It’s your fault because that in there was like witnessing a miracle.” “Cross a professional line? You?” I scoffed, more nervous than I cared to admit. I’d handled unwanted advances with a frosty efficiency before. But this felt… different. “Are you breaking into my house and taking a bath again?” “No. I’m going to kiss you right here in this science closet.” “It’s a storage room, not a science closet. And no. You’re not,” I said, hands flying to his chest. There went my frosty efficiency. “Afraid I am. And I’d apologize, but we both
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