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I swallow hard. Now that I’ve been given permission to touch her, I don’t want her anywhere but my bed.

Permission to touch her but not to start a relationship.

It’s an offer I know I should resist, but I can’t. Christ. Maybe it’ll be worth it—letting her go, watching her walk away—if it means for a short while I get to feel her in my arms again.

I press her against the wall