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Because part of me—
A very reckless, very stupid part—
Wants to see what happens if I don’t move.
His hand shifts slightly near my head.
Not touching.
Almost.
Always almost.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs.
“I’m cold.”
“Liar.”
I glare at him.
“You don’t know anything about me.”
A beat.
Then—
“I know enough.”
That shouldn’t affect me.
It does.
Too much.
I swallow.
Hard.
His gaze tracks the movement.
Oh.
That was a mistake.
A big one.
We’re too close.
There’s too much—
Everything.
I tilt my head back slightly.
Just enough—
And suddenly—
