Could be the song, could be something else, but whatever it is, I stop breathing when she whispers, “Stay.” Needing to know if I heard her right, or if my desire to do so fucked with my head, I dip down so we’re eye level, gripping her flushed cheeks tight in my palms. “What’d you say, baby?” Her hands fly to mine and she pulls, trying to remove them. An attempt to duck and run, I’m sure. I won’t allow that. “Nuh-uh.” I shake my head, scraping her bottom lip with my teeth. “Say it again.” My voice is rough and demanding, but that’s what she needs right now. Proving me right, her chest pushes
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