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One of his hands twitched, like he was dying to grab me but was trying to play it cool.
I stared at him.
He stared back.
Neither of us blinked.
It was a Mexican standoff, except no one had a gun.
The lights had dimmed—had they always been that low?
His stupid smart home probably detected horniness and adjusted the mood lighting.
I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my ears, my chest pressed to his.
He wasn’t saying a word ...
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