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Iknowthat.
Which is why I don’t stop.
His mouth is still on mine—warm, demanding, completely undoing every logical thought I’ve had in the last twenty-four hours.
Or ever.
My hands tighten in his shirt, pulling him closer—
—and that’s when it hits me.
He’s injured.
Badly.
And I—
Oh.
Oh no.
I break the kiss.
Sharp.
Immediate.
Breathing hard.
“That—” I start, then stop.
Because I don’t even know how to finish that sentence.
He doesn’t move far.
Still close.
Still right there.
His forehead almost touches mine.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
Not helping.
At all.
I push lightly against his chest.
Not to get away.
Just—
Space.
Control.
Something.
