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Casey
I wondered how much of the truth I could share without scaring him off. Men tended to be turned off by my forwardness, by my opinioned thoughts I usually didn’t hesitate to share.
I’d had plenty of men declare they loved me, but it had always been for the outward, the idea of Casey Dawes, not the inner most parts of me, the pushy girl who fought tooth and nail for whatever she wanted. Would he freak the f**k out if I told him what I wanted? What drew me to him?
What held me back from suddenly being forward with Ricky when I usually had zero qualms about speaking my mind?
“I can hear your brain working,” he said without a hint of teasing. “Just say whatever is on your mind, tiny dancer. Don’t hold back now. You’ve got nothing to fear.”
Fear. That’s definitely what had clamped
