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She bites her bottom lip. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”

My stomach sinks. I took a chance last night, crossed a line by telling her how I feel. “You’re saying this can’t happen.”

She shakes her head then she rises to her knees and straddles my lap.

I draw in a ragged breath—because fuck, I like her here—but I keep my hands fisted at my sides. “Tell me what you want