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I didn't even cringe.
I'm here for you, remember.
What gave you the confidence again?" He stroked downward along my neck.
I clutched at the couch cushion, but my nails just scraped the plush material.
" I blinked at him. Wrenching my hand away, I grabbed a pillow and walloped him in the face.
Eventually, I whispered, "Why me?" "Hmm?" His fingertip traced the ridge of each of my cheekbones. "What do you mean?" "Why pursue me.