Me: Why do I make you so nervous? Unable to take my eyes off the phone, I sit down, almost missing the resting log. Ridge: Why don’t I make you nervous? Me: Maybe you do. But you didn’t answer my question. Ridge: You’ve moved me, Angel. You’ve woken something inside my soul and now it will never rest again. I can’t risk fucking it up. Me: And what if you already have? I did slap you. Have you forgotten? Ridge: I’ll never forget. I’d happily let you do whatever you want to me, as long as your hands are on my body. In fact, I want to tattoo your handprint on my cheek as a constant reminder of
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