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Realizing how bad the last part might have sounded and catching a flicker of hurt in her eyes, he was quick to explain. “I don’t want other people interfering and telling us this is wrong. I want us to be able to decide on our relationship ourselves.” “I’d like that too,” she replied, the tightness in her shoulders easing. “Does that mean you don’t think it’s wrong?” Shit, Marcus thought. How did he answer that without offending or hurting her? “I think it might take some time for me to wrap my head around it,” he settled on saying. No need to tell her how often he’d questioned the morality of any relationship they might have. She nodded, but he could see his answer had disappointed her. “But kissing you doesn’t feel wrong,” he assured her. “This doesn’t feel wrong,” he added as he