Andrew takes a step nearer to me, and my pulse goes crazy. Touch me. Touch me, touch me, touch me. . . . His hands extend toward my sides, the warm pads of his fingers touching the outside of my stomach, and we both suck in a breath at the contact. My eyes close, silently begging him to slide his hands all the way into my jacket, to put his hands on me. Andrew’s fingers skim up my torso, over my rib cage, lightly, teasingly. His breathing is harsh and I’m pretty sure I’m panting. But before things get really interesting he jerks his hands away from my skin, instead grabbing the sides of my
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