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“No, I think I’m okay. Thank you.” But I couldn’t stop myself from moving until our bodies were only an inch apart, his breath on my skin as I looked up at him. He drew me to him like a magnet, and there was only so much attraction I could resist. He dipped his head, crossing the space between us. His mouth brushed my ear as he whispered, “Don’t forget to ice your ankle.” God, he drove me crazy in the best way when he got like this, the way he was always looking out for me. “Yes, doctor.” His hand slipped into my hair, and he kissed me slow this time, tender, tilting my head back to explore my mouth without the frenzy of before. He teased one finger under the bottom hem of my shirt, burning a line across my skin, and I gasped. Our kiss grew deeper, and I pressed myself against him, grip
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