“What’s wrong?” Quinton asks, sensing the change in my demeanor. I look him dead in the eyes because I know deep down even if he doesn’t want to feel it or acknowledge it, we’re moving into a territory that neither of us will come back from. One of us has to be strong enough to end it before it’s too late. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I gesture to the space between us. “Showering?” He laughs. “Normal people shower, Aspen.” I glare at him. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. We both know it. There’s no point in ignoring it. Whatever this is between us, it’s growing like a
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