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“When you came into my office on the first day of your internship, we briefly spoke about the night at the bar, and you asked me if you did anything inappropriate. I wasn’t honest with you, Hannah. I should have been.” His eyes were pleading with mine. “Fuck, I should have been. I didn’t want to lie to you … but I did.”

My heart began to pound.

The knot in my throat was moving into my chest. I couldn’t stop it; I couldn’t slow it down.

I knew exactly what he was going to say, and the anxiety was paralyzing me.

“Declan—”

“No, I need to get this out.” He stood, bringing the beer with him, and he walked over to the windows just to the left of me, leaning his back against the ledge.

“We were flirting with each other at the bar. I swear, you were giving me every sign that you wanted something to happen between us. Damn it, I could even feel the fire coming off your body.” He lifted his beer to his mouth but looked at the rim and lowered it.

“I didn’t want to wait to have you. I asked if yo