This is a terrible idea.
There were dozens of reasons why. Maggie had spent the last four days reviewing all of them on an infinite loop. But standing there, with Porter’s big, capable hands framing her face like she was something precious, she couldn’t summon up a single one.
He held there, at the cusp of changing everything, waiting for some sign to proceed or back off. But he’d already changed everything, and a part of her had been curious about this for years. So really, could things get any weirder between them?
Maybe he’d kiss her and it would be terrible, and he’d realize she wasn’t being dramatic when she said she was broken. She couldn’t feel the way she was supposed to. Almost every time, whatever arousal she could muster was so thoroughly drowned in anxiety, she might as well
