Maggie was still lost in her own thoughts and worries of it all when he asked his question, barely a whisper against her ear. It sent a shiver through her entire body, one that seemed to hit her in her very core. It was an amazing feeling but it didn't stop the terrifying fear she felt. Taking in a deep breath, she was cut off from speaking as he pressed in for a kiss.

It was a brief one, though, one she reveled in just long enough before she dipped her head down to break it off. Her hands pressed a little more forcefully at his chest this time. "Lorcan, please," she pleaded. She couldn't look at him though. She knew if she looked into his eyes, it would be her undoing. She'd give herself to him physically right there on their kitchen table if she did. And she just.. couldn't. She couldn't be that for him, she'd found.

She knew she was destining herself to a life without passion but she just couldn't bring herself to go that far with him. Not if their hearts weren't in it too. Convenience. It was all for convenience. She had to just keep reminding herself of that.

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