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her and Kasen was far more than sexual, and therefore, far more dangerous. Marise was vulnerable and she knew it. It didn’t help that she could feel the rise and fall of Kasen’s chest on her back.

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Kasen knew of the danger, but he didn’t care, he was holding his Marise. For once, he was holding her without having to pretend that he was only doing so for the sake of dancing. He wanted to hold her just like this, and see if she could feel the waves of emotions that overcome him when he is around her.
    A month ago, Kasen had finally admitted to himself that it was more than just infatuation with his assistant. He could even say that it was more than just concern for her welfare. Now, holding her, breathing in her scent, and being the strong shoulder for her to cry on, he could admit to himself that he was in love with her.
    Kasen didn’t make a move. He was scared that if he moved, she would walk away from him.
    He didn’t think he could hold her like this and just let her walk away. Too many things in life he’d cherished, too many things in life he’d wanted, and all the things that he wanted, he saw in Marise.
    Marise broke the silence first.
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    “Kasen, I’m sorry for leaning on you like this. I wouldn’t be doing this, shouldn’t be doing this, but I feel safe. What I’m trying to say is thanks.” She bowed her head and settled enough to feel the air from his nostrils on her neck.
    “No need to thank me. I’m sorry for grabbing you and I…” Marise whirled around and pressed her index finger to his lips.
    “It’s ok, I needed it.” Marise cocked her head to the side and stared into Kasen’s eyes. “Kasen, I need to ask a favor.” She said with her head cocked to one side. His eyes grew cold, and he could feel his body tense. She grabbed him by his hand and pulled him, although he was extremely unwilling to follow her into his bedroom.
    “Marise, you are distraught. I don’t think…” Kasen stammered as she pulled back the gray comforter and eggplant sheets.
    “Kasen, that‘s not what I want. I want you to hold me. Do you think that you could do that? It is just comforting and I…” Marise’s voice trailed off. She didn’t know how much more to say to it than that. He just stared at her for a long moment. Marise must have assumed that silence was a rejection and crawled into the king sized bed.
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    She was under the covers when she felt a weight on the other side of the covers. She held her breath as she felt his hand snake around her abdomen and lay right underneath her breasts, again. It was if they belong there, Marise mused to herself. The warmth from his palm and his gentle breathing was almost a lullaby. Marise scooted closer to Kasen underneath the blankets and pressed her bottom against his crotch. It was unintentional, but it felt so right.
    Marise let out a sigh and snuggled into the blankets. Kasen had just given her peace with just being there, and for now that made her content.
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    Absently, his thumb began to draw circles on her stomach. He must have heard her sigh and then a soft moan escaped her lips. He stopped rubbing and held still. She took his hand and guided it lower until it rested on the top of her cotton bikini. She led his hand until his palm was over her sex.
    Kasen’s breathing became ragged and he held very still. He didn’t want to do something that she would regret. Kasen believed he’d everything under control until she spoke:
    “Rub me, Kas…”
    Kasen didn’t know what to think. He wouldn’t even dare to breathe. Of course, he couldn’t have heard Marise correctly. It must be his flights of fantasy working again. He’d always wanted to hear Marise utter his name, and he would’ve never thought that the innocent way that she’d shortened it would’ve turned him on as much as it did. Now, he was stuck. Stuck between trying to be a good friend to Marise,