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AD4 His voice drops. "And after?" "We go home. We go back to what we were." "That's the rule." "One night," he says. "Don't make it weird." "Gabrielle." His voice is doing something it has never done before in eleven years and my traitorous nervous system notices immediately. "This won't ruin our friendship," I say, which is absolutely something a normal person says in this situation. He steps closer. "No." "We're too smart for that." "Definitely." Another step. "Very smart people." He finds my face with his hands and whatever I was going to say evaporates completely. His thumbs trace my jaw like he has all the time in the world, which he does not, we agreed on one night, but he's looking at me like he's been waiting to do this and now that he's allowed he refuses to be rushed. I grab his shirt. He makes a low sound against my lips and his hands slide to my waist, pulling me in, and the thing about Rowan is he knows me, embarrassingly, inconveniently, completely, so when his fingers find bare skin at my hip and I inhale sharply, he does it again. On purpose. The smug bastard. "You did that deliberately," I manage. "Mm." He's not even slightly apologetic. His mouth moves to my jaw, my throat, and I forget what words are for. "Still thinking?" I am not thinking. I am the opposite of thinking. I am four years of almost and one night of finally and his hands are everywhere and I cannot believe I waited this long. ★ Friends who definitely shouldn’t ★ Office tension with a billionaire problem ★ Opposites with undeniable chemistry https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GNHTGKBL?maas=maas_adg_EFE57DCFAA6E04B3C29AA7A1D4778C4D_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas

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