Page 114 of Volatile Obsessions

And there went my smile.

My cheeks flushed along with it.

That pesky question I’d been dwelling on came racing back to the forefront of my mind.

What would happen if I let myself indulge once? Just once.

“You get one chance,” I blurted, “and it stays between us.”

“Sooo truce?” He grinned, holding a hand out to me.

I observed it before a split-second before leisurely slipping my palm in his.

“Truce.”

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