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“Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” I pause for a moment. “Maybe because I know we can never amount to anything and I have to say goodbye to you soon.”

We stay still as we stare at each other, the air crackles between us.

“You go alright for someone who supposedly hates sex,” he murmurs.

“It’s easy once you find a man who knows what to do.” He raises a brow. “You know how to make me ache for it.”

He readjusts his length beneath the blankets. “Ache for it?” he questions.

“God, I ache for it,” I breathe.

“It?”

“You, Stace. I ache for you.”

He grabs his cock through the blankets and his haunted eyes hold mine.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” I ask.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the enemy.”

“Are you?”

I frown. Why is he talking in riddles?

“I suppose so. I am someone you took against their will who is now…” I trail off. I don’t understand this myself.

“Who is what?”

“Who only feels safe when she is in your arms and I know that’s wrong.” He frowns. “I’m going fucking crazy.” I throw the book back into the box in disgust. “I feel sick when I hear myself say it out loud.”

“I make you sick?” he asks.

I smile sadly. “You should.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

I shake my head, our eyes are locked, and after a moment I reply, “No.”

“What do you think?” he asks.

“That’s the thing. I can’t think when I’m with you.”

He frowns as if understanding.

“When you touch me, nothing else matters,” I breathe.

He stays silent.

“I missed you when you were at work today.”

He drops his head. “Don’t.”

“I know I shouldn’t have.” I fake a smile as I try to justify my feelings. “I should hate you.”

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