Fuck, he said, sliding his hands down to my thighs. You're making this very hard to be the good guy you said I was last night.I'm not drunk.He pressed his forehead to mine, chuckling softly. Yeah, I can see that and while the idea of taking you right now, against the wall, is enough to make me lose control, I want you to know that I'm serious. You're not a hook up. You're not a friend with benefits. You're more than that to me.I closed my eyes, breathing heavily. Well, that was...really sort of perfect.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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The passage portrays a tense yet intimate moment between two characters, where one expresses a struggle between desire and restraint. The speaker, feeling an overwhelming attraction, acknowledges the difficulty of maintaining control due to their strong feelings for the other person. This internal conflict highlights the depth of their relationship, suggesting that it surpasses casual encounters.

As both characters connect emotionally, the speaker clarifies that their bond is significant and meaningful, emphasizing that the other person represents more than just a fleeting romance. The acknowledgment of their feelings creates a moment of vulnerability, illustrating the complexity of love and desire intertwined with genuine affection.

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