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He couldn’t swallow, couldn’t think or move or speak. Could only want.

She didn’t move or speak either, but just watched him warily. Some kind of hero, she’d called him in that scornful, disappointed tone. Neither his absence nor her shower had improved her opinion of him, if that look was anything to judge by.

But he could change it—if he touched her, if he kissed her, if he tried. He could make her forget he wasn’t the man she wanted him to be, at least for a few hours, but then she would go back to being disappointed and he—he would be tempted to try to be that man. That hero.