Aaron kissed my temple, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t get my cells to move. My legs were weak. And if that wasn’t enough, he kept going. He kept going. “I was a goner from the first time you gave me hell.” Aaron smiled. “Maybe even before then.” I was going to pass out. Right here on this crappy dance floor, I was just going to faint. And I highly doubted anyone had smelling salts. I honestly couldn’t do a single thing but just… stand there, and that was just barely. Because my knees… they had turned into jello. That hand that had held mine countless times over the last few
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