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His left arm slid around my side, his hand moving up to cup my right breast. my left nestled in the curve of his elbow while he held me against his chest.
"Hands, Holly. " Swallowing hard, I raised shaky arms until my hands were behind my head.
I kept pacing the length of the kitchen, pausing every few passes to glance at my phone on the counter.
That had cost me another fifteen minutes. There had been many times in the corner at first.
"This past year must have been horrible for you with me always hanging around. I can't imagine.
When Chris had asked if I wanted to earn some extra cash, I hadn't expected it to be like a movie.