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“Look, we’ve been friends a long time and I’ve liked you a while now. I don’t mean as just friends either. That died years ago, Marinette. I haven’t been able to think of anything else but you. The moment you knocked on my door tonight, I couldn’t help but notice how good your messy hair looked. How your breasts look gorgeous in that camisole. How I want to bend you over my desk and run my fingers up your thighs to raise that short skirt of yours and devour what’s hiding beneath it. I want to taste every inch of you. I want to feel you writhe beneath me and scream my name so everyone in this building can hear. I want to fuck you beneath the stars so all of Paris knows who you belong to. You’re beautiful, sweet, caring, creative, funny, and endearing. You are my friend, but I want more. I miss you. Miss us.”
“What us? There was never an us.” Her voice came out soft to where she could barely hear herself.
“There was at one point, but then you had to stop being—” he took a deep breath, contemplating if he should even tell her.