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Neither do I.
Bad decision.
Both of us.
Mila
This is a mistake.
I know that.
I know that.
But I don’t move.
He doesn’t either.
And suddenly—
We’re right back there.
That line.
That edge.
That thing we said we wouldn’t do again.
His hand comes up—slow, deliberate—like he’s giving me time to stop him.
I don’t.
Also a mistake.
His fingers brush my jaw.
Light.
Careful.
Not rushed this time.
Not desperate.
Just—
Intentional.
“…this is still a bad idea,” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he says quietly.
Not stopping.
Not pulling away.
Just—closer.
Always closer.
