“You and I are friends, Nora, and we can not be anything more than that.” I explained softly, not that it did anything.Her gaze was pinned on my chest, lingering down my pants, “That's because that's all you have ever wanted us to be.”“Yes but—-”“We can change all of that today.” her finger crawled to my chest and then my cheek, she held them firmly, stroking my chin and beards lightly. “I've always wanted you.”“Look, Nora.” The sofa cushion pressed under my weight, sinking us both in. Nora clung to my side, her arm wrapped around mine for support. When I was straight on my feet, she followed. I moved away, she followed too.“Why are you running?” She whispered underneath her voice, with a voice so soft I knew it was a moan.“I'm not running.” I countered.“Hard to believe that when you're pulling away.”I was pulling away and fast, the awkward closure forced tensions down my throat, my stomach tightened and the room seemed to burn with heat that was never there.“I'm not running
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