And then, just barely, he eased back. His forehead tipped against mine and his chest heaving, he whispered, “Fine. Dinner. But we’re leaving before dessert.” I bounced on the balls of my feet. “Dessert is the best part!” He closed his eyes like I was causing him real pain. “Emme.” Before I could defend dessert, his lips covered mine again, urgently now, as if this was the last moment to make the play. Flashes went off around us. It was my turn to stutter out the incoherent noises, and Ryan tore himself away from me with a gasp. He brought both hands to my neck, sweeping his thumbs over my
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