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You reach out, ready to poke him, but instead you stop, hand just an inch from Wilson's back. You realize just how badly you don't want to fuck this up. Even if this thing between you doesn't work out, things may never go back to how they were.
Gently, you rest your hand on his back, just off center from his spine. He jumps a little, but seems to relax under your palm.
"Sorry," he says, turning. "Trying to make up my mind."
"Stop thinking so damn much!"
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