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| “Kiss me!” It wasn’t a request.
I felt the shift of his weight as he pushed me harder into the tree. He raised one arm and planted his forearm just over my head as he leaned in close. I held my breath, but it came out in a torn gasp as he whispered a finger down the column of my spine. He started lowering his head again, but at the last second, he stopped, pulled back.
“What?” I panted, dizzy with his scent. “What’s wrong?”
The left corner of his mouth quirked up in a humorless smile. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop if I kiss you.”
My stomach jittered. My fingers tightened in his hair. “Then don’t,” I moistened my lips. “Kiss me, Isaiah. I need you—”
He kissed me and the world stopped spinning.
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