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CHANNING Stumbling toward the ship’s railings, the cool night air hits my face like a wake-up call, the sounds from the party fading behind. Gripping the railing tightly, I force a deep breath into my lungs, but it doesn’t stop the tingling coursing through me. I can still feel her warmth on my body. She is no longer close to me, but it lingers, wrapping around me like a second skin, and I close my eyes, cursing under my breath. Her eyes flash behind my lids, vivid and consuming, and it’s like I’m back there again, holding her, feeling her melt into me. I drag a hand through my hair, yanking at the roots like it’ll knock some sense into me. “Snap out of it,” I mutter to myself in a rough voice. What the hell is happening to me? Shaking my head, I try to wrestle my thoughts into some