“This won’t work, Ben. It’s . . . It’s too filled with adrenaline to be something real.” There. Easy, succinct, but still exactly what my mind is telling me. Of course, Ben does not accept this. “Are you so scared to be let down, so scared this will end badly, you can’t see it for what it is? Are you—” “It’s not—” “Let me finish,” he demands, his forehead moving to press to mine in a sweet, intimate move. I close my mouth. “You will drive me insane until the day I die, I think.” I screw up my nose in irritation, and he laughs. Not helping. “You will drive me insane, but baby, it’s in a way I
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