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Not right away.
Because we can’t.
Because if we do—
We break whatever this is.
And I don’t know if I want to.
His hand is still at my waist.
Firm.
Steady.
His chest still pressed to my back.
His breath still warm against my skin.
“This is—” I start quietly.
“A bad idea?” he finishes.
I almost smile.
“…you’re getting predictable.”
“Not really.”
I turn.
Slow.
Careful.
There’s barely space—
But somehow—
We manage.
Now I’m facing him.
And that?
That’s worse.
Jase
Yeah.
This is worse.
Much worse.
She’s right there.
Close enough that I don’t have to reach.
