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“I take a step back and put my hand out to keep him from coming any closer. "What do you want from me, Devin?"
"I want you to stop."
"Stop what?"
"Stop having flings. Don't move on from ours." His hazel eyes are leveled on me with such a clear, focused stare that I get goose bumps. "I'm your final move.”
"I want you to stop."
"Stop what?"
"Stop having flings. Don't move on from ours." His hazel eyes are leveled on me with such a clear, focused stare that I get goose bumps. "I'm your final move.”
