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“You’re beautiful,” he told me. “I think you are, too.” “Goodnight, Freckles.” He kissed me on the forehead, his lips lingering, and then he pulled away. I caught his arm as he turned. “Holt?” “Anything,” was his reply. Butterflies erupted in my belly. “Will you sleep with me?” He glanced inside his room at the bed, then back at me. “Only if you promise not to try to take advantage of me.” He widened his eyes like he was somehow scandalized. I laughed. “Please. You’d like it.” “You’re damn right.” — Cambria Hebert
You’re beautiful,” he told me.
“I think you are, too.”
“Goodnight, Freckles.” He kissed me on the forehead, his lips lingering, and then he pulled away.
I caught his arm as he turned. “Holt?”
“Anything,” was his reply.
Butterflies erupted in my belly. “Will you sleep with me?”
He glanced inside his room at the bed, then back at me. “Only if you promise not to try to take advantage of me.” He widened his eyes like he was somehow scandalized.
I laughed. “Please. You’d like it.”
“You’re damn right.