“Lacey girl,” he whispers. I love when he calls me that. His fingers trace my jaw and fan out across my sternum. It’s the same spot he touched when he kissed me at the game, a frenzied search for bare skin that left me feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I feel the same way now. I lift my chin, and it’s an invitation for him to kiss me if he wanted to. A door to open to make this something more than a pretend relationship. Shawn’s eyes bounce to my mouth, and I think he’s considering it. His lips part, and he sucks in a sharp breath. He leans in closer, and his nose brushes against mine. How is he
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