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“Gabe.” She said softly, “We can’t.”

“Why?” he asked as he looked at her. They were still only inches away from each other. Her breathing had changed slightly, and so had his. He knew what he wanted and needed, but that was not going to happen then.

“Because it is wrong.” She said.

“How is this wrong?” he asked as he pressed his head closer to hers as their foreheads touched.

“Gabe, you’re my.” She started to say, and then he cut her off, “I am not your teacher. I am not seriously older than you. Tell me how this is wrong.”

“Gabe.” She said she looked at him and she couldn’t find anything. She knew that he was telling the truth to her. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t have to know.” He said, “Not right now at least. Bree, I want more from you than being your friend, but this is no