“Are you nervous?” I brushed the hair out of her face and slid my hands down to her waist, gripping over top of the worn cotton. Bailey’s eyes drifted shut for a beat before opening again and focusing on mine. “A little.” “You don’t need to be nervous with me, James.” “I know.” Her expression softened. “Are you?” I gave her a small smile. “Maybe a little.”
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