“You’re shaking.” “I know.” She laughs, standing there in her underwear, clumsily yanking at my zipper. “I’m trying not to. I guess I’m just nervous for some reason. I’m acting like this is my first time or something, when I’ve actually done this loads of times. I mean, not loads. God, I mean like a normal, healthy amount.” “Hey.” I grip her hand, sliding her palm up and over my heart. “Feel that?” She nods as she stares up at me. My chest heaves with each calculated breath, heart drumming chaotically beneath her fingertips. “You’re nervous, too?” she asks, eyes shining. “I just want to make
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