“Saige.” He goes to take a step toward me, and I hold up a hand to stop him. “Don't. Please, don't.” I exhale in relief when he freezes. “If you come over here, you're going to kiss me, and I'm going to let you. So, before I lose all control of my brain again, I'm asking you not to.” He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “Would giving us another shot really be that bad?” “No,” I admit. “Probably not. Chances are it would be as wonderful as it was the first time. Maybe even better.” “Then why won't you let me come over there?” My shoulders sag. “Because there's still that chance it
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