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“
And
not
touch
you
?
No
.
”
He
groans
.
“
You
impossible
girl
.
”
He
pulls
back
,
gazing
down
at
me
.
“
Why
do
I
think
you
’
re
telling
me
good
-
bye
?
”
“
Because
I
’
m
leaving
now
.
”
“
That
’
s
not
what
I
mean
,
and
you
know
it
.
”
“
Christian
,
I
have
to
think
about
this
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
can
have
the
kind
of
relationship
you
want
.
”
He
closes
his
eyes
and
presses
his
forehead
against
mine
,
giving
us
both
the
opportunity
to
slow
our
breathing
.
After
a
moment
,
he
kisses
my
forehead
,
inhales
deeply
,
his
nose
in
my
hair
,
and
then
he
releases
me
,
stepping
back
.
“
As
you
wish
,
Miss
Steele
,
”
he
says
,
his
face
impassive
.
“
I
’
ll
escort
you
to
the
lobby
.
”
He
holds
out
his
hand
.
Leaning
down
,
I
grab
my
purse
and
place
my
hand
in
his
.
Holy
crap
,
this
could
be
it
.
I
follow
him
meekly
down
the
grand
stairs
and
into
the
lobby
,
my
scalp
prickling
,
my
blood
pumping
.
This
could
be
the
last
good
-
bye
if
I
decide
to
say
no
.
My
heart
contracts
painfully
in
my
chest
.
What
a
turnaround
.
What
a
difference
a
moment
of
clarity
can
make
to
a
girl
.
“
Do
you
have
your
valet
ticket
?
”
