“I’m still not done, Princess.” My pulse thrummed. “No?” “No.” His forehead dropped to mine. “There is one more thing I need. Something that I’ve needed for days. Weeks. Months. Maybe forever.” The bridge of his nose brushed mine. “But I know you won’t allow it. Not like this.” The pounding in my chest moved lower. “What…what have you needed for so long?” “You.” I shuddered. “So, maybe, just for a few minutes, when no one is looking—when there’s no one but us—we can pretend.” Leaning into the cupboard, I felt dizzy, as if I weren’t getting enough air into my lungs. “Pretend?” “We pretend that
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