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Este relato se me está haciendo largo. La protagonista es demasiado negativa.

You were right about how I feel about you.” The corners of his mouth crept into a smile. “I knew you’d figure things out.” Tingles vibrated up my spine. “Ethan? I want you to save all your dates for me.” He gazed down at me, with his simmering and intense look. “Already done, honey.” “Good,” I said, then pressed my mouth to his.

He came up behind me, and leaned over my shoulder, so his mouth was close to my ear. “I’d rather go out with you,” he said. My heart flipped. “I’m not dating right now.” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll wait until you’re ready. What do you think I’ve been doing the last 4 months?” I gaped at him. “Are you saying . . .?” “That I’m crazy about you? Yes.

“Do you want to stop?” I didn’t hesitate. “No.” “Good.” He chuckled, then captured my mouth with his. This time more urgently. Oh, yes. More. I couldn’t catch my breath with his tongue melting with mine in a way that felt so right. It shot all kinds of warning signals flashing in my head. Kissing Ethan felt good. Too good.

“You’re safe with me.” His eyes were on the road, but he reached for my hand, and laced his fingers through mine. “Why are you so nervous?” Millions of flutters danced in my belly. “Because this feels like a date.” “Would that be so bad?” he asked, seriously. More like so dangerous. “Yes.”

Last December, I’d rambled on to Ethan about Jake’s betrayal, how he’d been married, and that I never wanted to date again as long as I lived. I chastised myself for babbling all my dirty laundry to Ethan, and wanted to blame Ellen’s open bar and Chardonnay. But, as a therapist, I needed to own my own behavior. So, I’d avoided Ethan for 2 months.