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Knew you were the one. Do you know how hard it's been trying not to spill my secret?" My eyes swung up to his again, my hands hovering between my lap and my face, unsure what I should do with them.
Repeating from back to front, weaving patterns he knew from memory. We'd done this so many times, I knew myself just by feel that this would be the basic version.
"You have no reason to believe I'm being sincere. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't.
A slight feeling of disgust entered my thoughts for what had happened. He'd been an adult.
His groan of approval was muted by his mouth pressing to my back.
Very much so.
But at the same time, I felt ashamed that I couldn't find the heart to tell him the truth.
Climbing on top of me, his hands in my hair.