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It’s because he’s been burned before.

So he won’t burn for me.

I understand that. But there are other things that I understand also. So I don’t let him go.

“I know,” I say, looking into his eyes. “Because you don’t date.”

“I don’t.”

“You have no desire to date.”

“Not at all.”

“But you want me.”

I can see that his knee-jerk reaction is to deny it. But he can’t now. Not only because of everything he’s confessed in order to warn me away, but because the evidence is pretty clear and throbbing between my thighs.

In fact, I once again move against the evidence.

And his nostrils flare. “I guess there’s no point in denying it, is there?”

“How long?”

“How longwhat?”

“How long have you wanted me?”

His fingers tug at my dress, dig into my flesh as if in punishment for asking this question. And maybe also for making him tell it because in the next moment, he does.

“Since the first moment I saw you.”

My heart thuds. “You didn’t even look at me at the interview.”

“Not when you could tell.”

“Why didn’t you ask any questions?”

“Because the things I wanted to ask wouldn’t have been appropriate for an interview.”

“What things?”

His gaze drops down to my mouth, which feels swollen and tingling. It feels throbby, like my pulse is beating at the curve of my lips. “Things like the taste of your tongue and the feel of your mouth.”

“You —”

“But then again,” he goes on, his eyes pinned to my lips still, “I already knew the answer.”

“What’s the answer?”

He looks up. “Candy sweet and feather soft.” Then, “Actually the sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted and the softest thing I’ve ever touched.”

My mouth falls open, breaths coming out of me sometimes in big puffs and sometimes not at all.

I can’t tell if I’m alive or if I flew up to heaven.

Because this feels like heaven.

His words. His breaths, that look in his eyes like I’m something precious.

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