“Maybe we should practice.” I swallowed, trying to wet my mouth so I wouldn’t cough from the desert dryness when I attempted a response. “Practice what?” I opened my eyes, finding Kyle staring right back at me with just a slight tilt of his lips. “Flirting,” he said, and his knuckles found my spine again, this time running up the length he’d just traced down. I shivered, feeling every centimeter of that touch until he found one of my straps and carefully, slowly, slid it off my shoulder. “Touching,” he said softer, and my heart stopped when he bent and lowered his lips to the sensitive spot
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