"You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he murmured, his voice low, intimate.
She arched a brow, amused. “Oh? And what exactly am I doing? Mckinley exhaled a quiet laugh, tilting his head as if contemplating his own downfall. “Making me forget who I am… or maybe, for the first time, making me remember.”
“Then I guess we have a problem,” she teased.
Mckinley took a step closer, the space between them now a breath. “Or maybe,” he whispered, “we have a beginning.”
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