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“I hope we didn’t just make a mistake,” he said as I laid in his embrace. “Shh,” I answered. “Don’t think about that right now. I’m trying to enjoy the afterglow.” I smiled into his chest and squeezed him. He chuckled, but then was serious. “But what if I just did something really shitty?” his voice …