But before he could lean in to seal the deal, a hand wrapped around my waist from behind, yanking me in the opposite direction. I didn’t have time to process it all — the hand sliding into my hair, the other arm pulling me flush against his body, the crowd going wild. No, I didn’t realize any of it was happening — not until my hands were fisted in his jersey, my mouth opening more to let his tongue inside, a moan rumbling up my throat at the feel of such a passionate, possessive kiss. But it wasn’t Ben’s lips on mine. It was Zach’s.
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