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Jeremy’s arms tightened around her, and the surge subsided.

Letting her breathe.

Letting her think.

She wasn’t numb.

Nope.

She certainly wasn’t numb.

She was—

Okay, so she was freaking out a little bit. The sex had been…fucking incredible. But it was what had come before that.

Sitting across a table from him, eating takeout, joking around, even as he played along with her entire plan, letting her help him.

And then helping her have an orgasm that nearly broke her in two.

And it was their lunch the day before.

The coffee and talking in the morning.

It was layers and layers of feelings, and she didn’t know if she should be holding her breath, expecting the numb to creep in around her again, or if she should be reaching into the recesses of her mind trying to get it back.

Because this was…

“Baby?”

She blinked. “Yeah?” she asked carefully.

“Want to share why you’re thinking so hard that smoke is practically coming out of your ears?”

No. She didn’t want to share.

She wanted to keep the argument with herself buried deep.

She didn’t want to show Jeremy the broken pieces of her. He might hear it and look at her like she was fucked up, like she was broken, like she waswrong.

In fact, she wanted to toss the covers back, to get dressed.

To go home and—

What?

Be alone? Cling to not feeling anything, to sit in the broken pieces of herself?

To be miserable again?

To miss out on takeout and stupid quiz questions, stolen kisses in the kitchen on Game Nights, coffee and croissants and—

Did she want to miss out on Jeremy?

No.

But was she ready to blurt it all out, to see his face change when he heard?

What if he acted like Gabe? Her brother was supposed to love her unconditionally, was supposed to be proud of her and—

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