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After getting out of the cab, Ryske put his arm around her again. Instead of shrugging it off, Harlow took his forearm in both hands and pulled it further around her body, nestling it between her breasts. It wasn’t like he’d be explicit about asking for support; all she could do was assume that he needed it.
Guiding him up the stairs and into her apartment, she worried about why he was being quiet, fearing he could be in pain. Turned out, she was worrying for nothing because he was full of confidence from the moment they stepped over her threshold.
Ryske boosted her forward out of his way so he could close the front door and plucked the keys right out of her hand. Forging ahead, flicking on lights as he went like he’d made himself at home there a dozen times, he checked the kitchen an
