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I’d never thought she was the lesser sister. But that was something else for me to work through alone.
I pushed away from the desk. "You think I don't want you?"
“You just told me I need to leave.”
I ignored that because honestly, there was no way I was letting her leave right now. I didn’t care what stupid shit had come out of my mouth a few minutes ago.
“I haven't stopped thinking about that kiss, aboutyou, for one minute since you arrived.” I was moving toward her, and the words were coming out rough, unfinished.
She took a step back.
"Every meal at the table. Every hour in this room. Every night in the pool knowing you were right above me."
Another step—me forward, her back. Her eyes were locked on mine, and she wasn't blinking.
"I think about the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you're reading data, and I lose my place on whatever I'm working on. I have spent enough time watching your hands while you type to map every freckle on your left forearm."
Her back found the wall. I closed the last of the distance between us.
"I know there are seven." My hands landed on the wall on either side of her, and I was close enough to see her pulse jumping, to watch her eyes go wide with something that looked nothing like the resignation she'd been wearing ten seconds ago.
"The problem was never that I don't want you." My voice was barely mine. "The problem is that I have never wanted anything this much."
I kissed her.
