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He looked up as he added, “That doesn’t mean I don’t want to try.” A wave shot across my chest, like a crack in a frozen lake, a web spidering across the entire surface. “What are you telling me, Declan?” His fingers fastened a bit harder on my cheek. “I want us.” Us. In my eyes, those two letters were as powerful as the ones that spelled love. Still, I wasn’t sure he knew the magnitude of what he was saying. What this actually meant. It was one thing to want me, but it was a whole different thing to want us. “Do you know what you’re telling me?” I searched his eyes, digging, assessing like I’d done in this room only minutes ago, a loop starting all over again. “Because I know you’ve had a lot to drink tonight, and by the way you stared me down when I returned to our table, you wer
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