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And he's there, staring up at me like I'm everything he needs.
I shift my hips against his.
Fuck, it feels good.
But it does nothing to push the words away.
I stare back into Mal's deep blue eyes.
And the words tumble from my lips.
"Mal," I breathe. "I…"
I need to stop this.
But I can't.
"I… I love you."
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Fuck.
Fuck.
I need a million more fucks to properly express exactly how fucked this is.
There's no joy in Mal's deep blue eyes.
No affection.
No love.
Nothing but confusion, actually.
And I'm still in his lap.
And he's still inside me.
And somehow the only thing I can feel is that he doesn't love me.
I pull my dress onto my right shoulder. My left. "I'm sorry. This isn't a good time. Not today. And certainly not now."
He blinks then stares back at me. "Did you mean it?"
"What?" Somehow, I'm not making a move to get off him.
And he's not making a move to push me off him.
That must mean something.
"People say shit during sex." His blue eyes get intense. It's like he's scared.
Scared that I meant it or scared that I didn't?
I don't know.
