Cranston’s POV
Bree sits on the edge of the couch and continues to feed CeCe.
Hesitating slightly, I sit on the opposite end, feeling tense.
I stepped over a line just now, I am sure of it.
But Bree eagerly stepped over it with me.
Is that better?
How far would we have gone just now if CeCe hadn’t interrupted us?
I know how far that I wanted it to go.
Wanted to go there ever since she walked over and kissed me on the cheek by the pool.
Hell, I have wanted it ever since I bumped into her at the restaurant about a year ago, when this whole thing started.
Never stopped wanting it. It was just a manner of if I should want it.
And obviously, I shouldn’t want it.
It goes hand in hand with something that I don’t think that I can give Bree, the thing that she deserves.
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