For the second time lately, we’re close enough to kiss, close enough that I can smell the cool mint gum on his breath. All I can think about is his lips pressed up against mine, tasting that mint on my tongue. “What are you—” I falter. Sentences are a challenge right now. “Someone could come in.” Nash, of course, is unfazed by this possibility. Rules have never concerned him all that much. He tucks my hair behind my ear, tilting my face up to his with his finger. His movements are slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up his prey before coming in for the kill. Heat unfurls in my center,
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