“Come inside.” And then, before he could say no, she whispered, “Please. I—” He could have kissed her again. Stopped the words. But he wanted them too much. And though he knew that hearing them would wreck them both, the knowledge was not enough to stop him. He wanted them. Almost as much as he wanted her. But she didn’t give them to him. Instead, she said, soft and perfect, “Caleb . . . I need you.” Somehow, it was worse than he’d expected. Because love might have reminded him that he should leave her. That he should keep her safe. But need . . . need made leaving her impossible. Because he
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