“If you keep this up, you’re going to make me fall in love with you.” The bowl clatters noisily to the countertop, and I feel my breath quickening. “Please don’t,” I say gently. “That’s not what this is. It’s not what it can ever be.” He looks at me for a moment and then nods, moving his eyes back to the sink, scrubbing at a plate. “I know. It never is. It’s okay.”
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