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Tabitha gave her hand a small squeeze while she got the chance, but it was slowly becoming more difficult to maintain eye contact with Natasha as she continued thinking of how to word this. “Nat, I...” ‘Just come out with it, Tabitha,’ she thought to herself. “Shit, okay, I’m just gonna come out with it: I... I like you, and... it’s more than just a friendly way...” The brunette pulled her hands away from the redhead’s, unable to make eye contact at all.