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Where are you staying?Our house. He shifted closer and I stopped breathing.Not good. I really needed to breathe and leaned back further in my chair to put space between me and his stubble darkened chin, his oh-so-kissable mouth, his windblown hair, his…his…everything.For the zillionth time, I wondered what the statute of limitations was on stupid decisions. Marrying him had to top the list.
