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His focused expression relaxes and he stills a moment, breaking eye conract to look at my mouth. The pad of his thumb skates along my lower lip ever so slightly. "If you weren't so unbearable, I'd make you look freshly kissed," he whispers.

His words snatch my retort away. If he was anyone else, anywhere else, perhaps I'd agree. I roll my head away from his hand in time for a sharp knock to rap on the door.

Copper strands wind between his index finger and thumb, neither one of us willing to shatter the silence. I'm so starved of connection, so hungry for intimacy that I don't stop him. Even a fabricated moment with the wrong person feels better than loneliness.

Al fin paso un día leyendo! Estoy bastante enganchada

He looks down at me in the dim light, and with careful, steady fingers, he undoes the top two buttons of my sleep shirt without ever grazing my skin. I'm paralyzed, forced to watch his hands as they drop the fabric and gently tousle the lengths of my hair.

His leg brushes mine, the contact enough to make us both take a sharp inhale. I jolt back, reminding myself once more of Why I hate him. "Are you giving me an alibi, Alex, or using me
as one?"

He sits up beside me, lighting a candle on the side table with a Zippo. "Now is really not the time, Ophelia."