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“What I should have done a long time ago.” My hands gripped her sides, and I was overtaken by the coconut—a scent that now drove me f*****g mad. “But, Ford, you’re going to regret this again.” Her eyes were on me, her voice a whisper. Her back was against the island. She was unable to move. That was exactly where I wanted her—caged in by me. “The only thing I’ll regret is not telling you how much I want you.” She sucked in a huge breath. “Don’t.” She paused. “Don’t do this to me again. My emotions can’t take it. Not if you come and go like last time.” I surrounded her face, pointing her eyes up at me. “Have your feelings changed?” “No.” Her lips stayed parted, exhaling, inhaling. “They’ve gotten stronger. That’s why I can’t handle it, Ford. I can’t handle hearing those words and see
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