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“Do you have to ask?” he said hoarsely

I stared into his eyes for so long that ling in u subtle, but nice

It was hot in the car, but his body heatto my skin, my hair to the back of my neck

He rested his forehead on ed breath that I felt deep in le inch of me felt as if it was on fire Hot Achy Tremulous

I swear my limbs had melted into rubber the o, I’d pitch forward

My hands crept up his chest I felt his beating heart and the heat froroaned a little when I continued upward until I wrapped the other than getting closer to him I shiftedin his lap

“God, Monroe This is so wrong”

No as it wrong It was so right

I had to s that daed to croak “Why?”

“It’s so wrong to feel, to be with you when Trevor is—”

“Stop it,” I said loudly, pushing at hiain until he was forced to look into , Nate At soive yourself and just…live again”

Holy hell Ifhis way to the freaking moon

“Is that what you’re doing, Monroe? Have you forgiven yourself?”

For a fewthe hood of the car and our breaths falling in short, hard spurts Ies I didn’t ever want to see flashed before my eyes, and I shook my head violently

“I don’t want to talk about Malcolm”