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Like she’s trying to figure something out.
Like she already knows.
“…this is exactly what I didn’t need…” she mutters.
“What?” I ask.
“You.”
I nod once.
“Yeah,” I say. “Same.”
It’s not.
Not even close.
Mila
I should stop this.
I should create distance.
I should remember everything that’s at stake.
Instead—
I step closer.
Not by accident.
Not forced.
A choice.
A bad one.
A very bad one.
But I do it anyway.
“Say it again,” I say softly.
His brow lifts slightly.
“What?”
“That you don’t want this,” I whisper.
His gaze drops.
Just for a second.
To my mouth.
Then back up.
Slow.
