His voice was the perfect blend of silk and steel. “You put your heart on the line; you package your vulnerability for the masses. Your mind gets picked apart in the court of public opinion. That’s brave. I’d rather get punched in the face.” I opened my mouth to retort—to tell him that he was wrong, but I couldn’t. Not when his hands came up and cupped my cheeks. His lips lingered over mine, eyes flicking back and forth as he studied each breath that escaped my lungs. His nose bumped against mine as our lips mingled as one. The kiss was soft and sweet, like a breath of life. He pulled away and
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