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He sighed and lifted his head back up. "That must have been awkward." "Well, they didn't actually put it like that." I put my hand on his knee. "I think they phrased it by asking how rapey you were on a scale of one to Michael Jackson." "What?!" "Just kidding. They said something like pressuring me, or something." He put his hand on top of mine and ran his thumb across my knuckles. "I haven't have I? Pressured you?" "No. James, I love you. I want to be with you. I'm not sure what else I can do to make you believe me." He lifted up my hand and kissed my palm. "I do believe you. I'm sorry that I lost it in there. It almost felt like I was lecturing your father. I didn't mean to do that." "Well, you were a professor." I shrugged. "It kind of goes with the territory I think." "Yeah. I
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