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arms a distraction. He pulls me close to
him, pressing a kiss to my forehead as
his hands reach behind me to grab my
ass. The heady closeness of him makes
me want to stay in bed.
“I’ve gotta get up,” I moan into his
neck.
The closer we get, the farther away
I seem to be. I've tried to understand it.
This shift in me, but it makes no sense,
