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But of course, time does pass, and we do eventually stop kissing when things again get heated. Because what Jackson said before really was the truth – this is not the time or the place for it. Somehow we separate ourselves from each other, though we’re never really more than an inch apart, and we take a moment to get comfortable, organizing our supplies and taking inventory before Jackson passes an apple to me. “Here,” he murmurs. “Eat, please. And then you should probably get some sleep.” I take the apple but laugh at the suggestion that I’m going to get any sleep. I mean, I just confessed my deepest secret to my mate – what, does he think I’m going to just curl up and take a nap? “I’m serious,” he growls, though I wave a hand at him, dismissing the implied danger in his voice that p