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Her brow furrows “Of course not”
“Then what the fuck are you doing?”
Her fingers brushThen it’s not She rests her entire hand on h “Ryan, I…”
I freeze
“I ether She leans in She leans close enough to kiss me
I wrap ers around her wrist Pull her hand back
She jumps back “Oh I’m sorry” Hurt flares in her expression “That was… I… I don’t know”
Bullshit
“I wasn’t—”
“You were”
Her cheeks flush It’s not a blush of desire It’s embarrassment “Don’t tell Frank”
“I don’t give a fuck about Frank”
“But—”
“You do this a lot?”
“No Never”