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Brooke
Luca sure knew how to kiss. I hadn’t doubted for a moment that he did, but until last night, I’d never experienced the magic for myself. It was everything I’d imagined. Everything I’d dreamed of. Everything I could never have, not permanently. My insides had heated and clenched until I was basically one giant ovary with good hair and a glazed expression.
And I couldn’t stop replaying it over in my mind.
The way he’d turned and agreed to a suggestion I’d felt sick about even making. Desperate people do desperate things, okay? The way we’d both paused before moving toward each other, hesitant, neither of us wanting to make the first move. The way his lips had touched mine, the little sparks that had zapped across my skin as he deepened the kiss and wrapped his arms around my wa
