“There is only one girl I care to make swoon,” he said. “The question is, does she?” She smiled at him. “She does.” A moment later—she did not know how it had happened—he was kissing her, his lips soft on hers, his hand rising to cup her cheek and chin, holding her face steady. Tessa heard a light crinkling and realized it was the sound of the silk flowers on her hat being crushed against the side of the carriage as his body pressed hers back. She clutched at his coat lapels, as much to keep him close as to stop herself from falling over. The carriage came to a jerking halt. Jem drew back from
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