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“Seth…” She looked away from him, trying to find the words. He took her chin in his hand and pulled her face so that she was forced to look at him.“What?”
“I… this was a mistake.”
She just said it. There was no other way of putting it. But she regretted it as soon as the tension returned to his body. She regretted it because her heart and body were warring with her brain and her conscious.
“No, it wasn’t,” he said as if the force of his words could make her feel that way too.
He pulled her off the chair and wrapped her in his arms. Her face was pressed against his chest, and his words, when he spoke them, vibrated against her cheek and down into her body as if he was trying to embed them there.
“The only mistake we could make right now is if you walked out my door and never came back. That would be the only mistake. Making love. Giving in to whatever this is between us, none of that was a mistake.”
She pulled away still uncertain of herself more than of him. He let her pull away but watched her closely. Waiting for her to react. As she returned his stare, she knew that even if she walked out the door that minute and never came back, there would still be a mark on her soul that he’d already left.