They stood beside his bed, which he’d turned down, and gently clasped her hands in his much larger, warmer ones. They were both still fully clothed, but she couldn’t remember ever feeling so bared and vulnerable in her whole entire life, as she did in that moment. “Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” he asked as he tenderly rubbed his thumbs over her knuckles. Sweetheart. That was an endearment he’d never used with her before. Already there were subtle changes happening in their relationship, and they hadn’t even slept together yet. She didn’t want to think about the more devastating changes that might occur between them come the morning. She reached up, pulled the pins from her hair, and let it tumble around her shoulders in a mass of disheveled curls. “Don’t ask me that question right now, Shane,” she said, because if he gave her too much time to contemplate the answer, he wouldn’t like what she had to say.
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