This is insane. You realize that, right?” “Only if someone gets hurt.” “Someone always gets hurt, Hayes.” He said nothing as he slid his fingers in between mine, squeezing my hand. The intimacy of the gesture threw me. I had not held a man’s hand since Daniel’s, and Hayes’s felt foreign. Large, smooth, capable; the coolness of an unexpected ring.I shifted in my skirt, legs sticking to the leather cushion. I needed to get out of there, and yet I did not want it to end.
Robinne Lee, The Idea of You
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