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The kiss was of the innocent close-mouthed variety, but slow and lingering in a way that made heat sizzle across Ridley’s skin and a shiver race up her spine and into her hair. Her eyes drifted closed of their own accord, then flickered open again as the warmth of Archer’s lips vanished from hers. She took in a shallow breath as her eyes found his. Then he pressed a second soft kiss to her lips. Quicker than the first. Easy, natural, as if they shared brief kisses all the time. He paused then, his face mere inches away from hers. Close enough that she was still breathing in his cologne or aftershave or whatever that intoxicating scent was. “You’re good,” he whispered.
Ridley sensed heat rising up her neck, but she refused to let him know he’d affected her. As smoothly as she could, sh
