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I started to ease back, and she let out a sound of distress. “Ben.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Lie with me.”

Well, fuck.

I pulled back the rest of the way. “Are you sure?”

“You don’t want to?”

The vulnerability soaking her voice was like a shackle around my heart. I’d do anything for this girl. Including stepping over my own boundaries and stomping on lines that shouldn’t be crossed. But would she ask me for this if she remembered? If she knew the truth?

“Ben?”

I made a rude sound. “Girl, I’d superglue myself to you if I could. I’m just worried about your injuries.” It wasn’t a total lie. I was worried about her injuries.

“I want you.”

Everyone, wave goodbye to all my morals.

I kicked off my sneakers and walked around the bed to the side with her uninjured leg. I felt her eyes the entire time I moved, and her scrutiny buried me under anticipation and the roaring between my ears.

She peeled back the blankets, and I slid beneath them, fitting alongside her.

“Wait,” she said, palm lying on my shoulder when I started to lean back.

I froze, heart lodged in my throat. Did she suddenly remember?

“Will you take your shirt off?”

It took a minute for those words to sink in. How the fuck was I supposed to listen and feel at the same time? My God, this girl was going to be the death of me. Good thing we were in the hospital.

“Is that weird?” she asked. The timid quality in her voice had me looking in her direction. Her cheeks were pink. She’s shy.

Suddenly, I felt like the fucking man. “I wouldn’t say wanting to get a peek at all this is weird,” I teased, swiping the hoodie over my head and tossing it toward our feet.

She tugged the sleeve of my T-shirt. “This too?”

Yep, definitely gonna die.

I tugged it off. There were worse ways to go.

Her hand curled around my bicep and pushed me against the bed. I went, holding out my arm, and she fit herself beneath it. Her smooth cheek met my chest, and she let out a soft sigh.

“Watch your head,” I cautioned, voice raspy as my head swam.

I’d hugged Jess lots of times. I’d even held her a time or two. Affection always existed between us… but this was different.

This was everything.

Her little huff of frustration brought me out of my feels, and I tilted my chin down, arm hovering around her back. “What’s the matter?”

“This stupid sling. I can’t lie the way I want.”

I glanced down to where her leg was supported, noting that it was adjusted so she could lie on her back, not her side. The rest of her was now twisted toward me, but her leg was keeping her from cuddling up completely.

“That cannot be comfortable,” I mused.

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