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Then stop.
Kane pulls back.
His forehead rests against mine.
“Hannah.”
“I know.”
“No.”
His breathing is hard, but he doesn’t move.
“Look at me.”
I do.
Even in the dark, I can see the seriousness in his face.
“You don’t have to prove anything.”
“I’m not.”
“You don’t owe me anything because you stayed.”
“I know.”
“Or because we had a good date.”
“I know.”
“Or because—”
“Kane.”
“What?”
I touch his cheek.
“I want this.”
His eyes close for half a second.
“But.”
I swallow.
“But I don’t want to go all the way.”
His eyes open.
“Okay.”
No hesitation.
No negotiation.
“Just… far enough.”
