‘A little panic coursed through me but I kept my voice calm. “Oh, no, don’t call it off. You haven’t even told me what it is yet,” I said and brushed my thigh against his. Just for a moment, I angled my pelvis against his leg to see if he’d catch on. He didn’t. Instead he groaned at the seductive nature of my gesture and laughed.
“What if you don’t like it?” Ben asked and his big brown eyes looked uncertain. The little flecks of gold that I love so much were darker, more whiskey colored, so I knew he really was worried.
“Ah, but what if I do?” I whispered..’
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